A Thousand Lifetimes

I’ve lived a thousand lifetimes in just one day, and resisted the act of living every step of the way.

High winds blow through Cedar tips they don’t resist just bend and point to the moonless sky.

While you or I would split because thoughts are an act of resistance.

I made up a thousand different images of me, all of which confine my reality

and resisted the act of living every step of the way.

Brushing My Teeth in the Mirror I Consider My Own Autopsy Report

Nearing the exit to the business district. Gas/food next right. You take notice of a feeling of unfamiliarity. No matter how familiar you are with her, her sharp angled lines, her cold mirror exterior, she always keeps you at arms-length. Wisps of tailpipe smoke. the noiseless chatter of thought. hustling. crosswalk signals. sinuous static of traffic through your window. morning glare and shadow. glare and shadow. Briefly you think of home


Look! A madrona

in the front yard

-how lucky

The Pacific Madrone, known colloquially as the Madrona here in the Seattle area -for some reason. Often seen on the outline of conifer stands, on slopes and edges of hills, twisting it’s smooth red trunk in all directions, overlooking bodies of water. It flowers are white which produce a red berry that the robins and other birds love to eat. It’s considered good luck if you buy a house with a Madrona tree on the property. If for nothing else than having the luxury of looking out and seeing it’s striking beauty year roun

Snow Melt and Padded Grass

We had a snow day today and took the dog out for a walk, he loves the snow. We passed a flock of ducks who have made a neighbors front yard their gathering place. They flew off as soon as Odin took interest. Seconds later sparrows came down from the trees and rooftops, so I wrote:

sparrows sift

through snow melt

and padded grass.