on the way, 3

i wish i could have taken the road with only direction and no destination how wonderful it would be to just go and go and go yet i can't resist the tendency to invent some place to be, as if there has to be some reason to drive along a twisting coastline highway other than … Continue reading on the way, 3

“all the good food will be gone”

dear mother afraid for my tastebuds and my belly it's alright if i don't get all the tasty bits of our all-day potluck i'm not visiting for the food that's just a bonus even though this holiday surrounded by consumption provided the occasion.


we are two mountains crumbling small stones breaking off and trying to roll across plains and prairies to get near to each other and bits of us are scattered across a continent too small to hold our dreams.