the sun breaks cold on the water, the sound of the train falls like rain

Heavy rain and misty nights–long days–even the street lamps begin to pass on rumours of unleavened darkness.

I donated to Planned Parenthood. Under the honorary-giving tab I dedicated my donation to Suzy Kormen and had the card sent to Karen Handel.

What feels like empty waiting can turn instantly to ecstasy by focusing your whole attention on the place where you are standing.

Steep sides curve; grey rocks swoop down to curl under a slightly darker sea. A white cloud glaze marks the form’s perfection.

One reason to appreciate Vancouver snow: it’s so much easier to ponder the stories made by raccoon feet.

Life is absurd. Factory workers in China are not allowed to strike so they commit suicide at work instead. Company responds with nets.

Mindfulness is actually the practice of keeping your genie of attention from setting up shop in the narrative cookie jar.

A beautiful woman, aging and scared by the man’s possible rejection, suddenly relaxes and waves her hands. Talking about her book did it.

Under the railway tracks, the bridges and pedestrian highways, dangling boots vying with torn autumn leaves for aerial space, coyotes run.