a lone kayaker raising her phone
Category: water
autumn pond
a bottomless blue
six inches deep
Mountain stream: haiku or tanka?
mountain stream talking to myself
pitcher plants
the old logging railroad’s
boggy bed
cable footbridge
the autumn river’s
unhurried flow
In the sun’s house
we saw for the first time what a complete absence of nuance would look like. How irresistible it would be.
insomniac eyelids on strike for overtime
lakeshore reflections
the book
I forgot
coffin-shaped spring
the plucked banjo string
of a tanager
watching
the live stream
lonesome hollow
finding where the night goes
cave water
The idea of a Primal
Some thoughts toward a rite of spring.
trail maps
the easy chair’s
mountain
