Sharp bright, slicing white… Continue reading Front teeth

Why do crumbling old stone buildings seem so much more real, more significant and truthy than the new ones we shape of fine extrusions of aluminum, glass and plastic… Continue reading Old crumbles

You me, you me, and the weather,
You me, you me, and the storm… Continue reading You Me and the Weather

In moments I was suspended over the deep dark waters of the loch… Continue reading Loch Lomond

We’d pick them off the big round stones below the tide line, and then hunt for a deep white geoduck clam shell… Continue reading Limpets

San Francisco is so big as to feel unknowable, like I couldn’t ever expect to be able to wrap my metaphoric arms around it… Continue reading Unknowable cities

As a precocious and lonely fifteen-year-old, I spent three months in the friendly city of Bremen, Germany. This convinced me that the city was where I wanted to live… Continue reading City love

I don’t ACTUALLY need another passion project… Continue reading Another passion project

The moon hangs in a black sky. The cold is full and whole, confident, with no threats to its crystalline heart… Continue reading Pierced by green

We walked briskly, at the pace of suburban mums, speaking of our fathers and our fears… Continue reading Raw edges