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meanwhile, at the salt flats.

meanwhile, at the salt flats // december 2012

2013, a year to discover.

As it’s so many days into the new year, I feel compelled to collect some thoughts in this space, something I used to do much more. If there’s a reason, perhaps it’ll reveal itself at some point. And, if not, that’s okay, too.
I left my job of three or so years just over a month ago, so I’ve a little more time on my hands than I once did. It’s funny, though: I left a job where I wrote for a living and, in the space of time since, I’ve done relatively little of the sort. It’s been several weeks...

Sound of Scampering: The Latest.

For the new readers of this little spot on the Web, I wrote and published a collection of poetry recently. And, for readers both new and old, I have a new website to send to point you towards if you'd like to add a copy to your various piles of books. It just launched last night and isn't the sole place you can place an order (either paperback or electronic versions), but it's a pretty title-specific place to do so. Pretty easy to remember, even. With further adieu then, head towards this spo...

How to be small.

st. augustine beach // november 2012

Taking the Hands.

Taking the hands of someone you love,
You see they are delicate cages . . .
Tiny birds are singing
In the secluded prairies
And in the deep valleys of the hand.

"Taking the Hands" by Robert Bly, from Silence in the Snowy Fields.

Coming at you from 1857.

there is a light that never goes out
Some time ago, this space used to be about experiences I had as a guy who used to dress up like Elvis on occasion and sing telegrams for fistfuls of dollars. That didn’t last all that long. It then became a place where I could share the sights and sounds of the various parts of the world I traveled with my last job, which went on to last for years on end. Now it’s, well, I’m not entirely sure what it’s become. A mixed bag of sorts? Something all new? In th...

The Sound of Scampering.

  
I've been a little busy these past six months. There was a personal project I wanted to tackle, once and for all, just because I hadn't tried hard enough to make it happen in the past. It wasn't necessarily easy to do, but few things worth doing are ... and it's beyond gratifying to have seen this through to completion. My heart is light. My level of excitement is a little through the roof at this exact moment (though I'm remarkably composed, so there).
Having said all of that, I'm...

Wordless Wednesday.

Let's stretch out this Monday.

Today is over in less than an hour and it's not enough. I need more. I need hours to shove into this hour. I can't say there's a real reason for me to be up and doing and thinking. I'm plenty tired, it's true. I've talked with those I care for, eaten food I liked, made it to the gym, put in several hours in a row at work, read some, written some more, laughed some belly laughs, caused others and on and on.
I also put some finishing touches on something I would only think about doing for a numb...

Dare.