Jan 172018
 

1

a haiku a day

concerning the perfection

of ordinary

2

son turns twenty-one

arrow heritage blessing

sunshine with skin on

3

worshiping praising

hopeful thankful and peaceful

Father Son Spirit

4

write it down – stop time

look closely to see all the

extraordinary

5

working and teaching

running resting love making

pure and perfect day

6

wind and breath and soul

the air filled with the scent of

earth and life and death

7

the perfect day is

pajamas to running clothes

back to pajamas

8

a picture a thought

a grain of eternity

freeze it inspect it

9

writing poetry

causes purposeful pauses

count crystalize breathe

10

the unscheduled day

ignores the laws of nature

time is a fiction

Sep 252012
 

My cadence was interrupted by a glimmer of something silver hidden just under a layer of dirt. I slowed to a stop and squinted at the road. I don’t wear my glasses when I run, and I’m completely incapable of putting contact lenses in my eyes, which means I’m often wrong about what I’m seeing. […]




Jul 092012
 

Which is better to run in? Scattered T-storms? Isolated T-storms? Or just plain T-storms?  The hourly forecast lists a different type of thunderstorm for each hour of the day. I was contemplating which hour had the least risk of death, when it started to rain. The cold, hail infused, thunderstormy kind of rain. So, I […]




Oct 092011
 
muddy stream of consciousness

Saturday, October 8th muddy stream of consciousness wet October snow crisp country air muddy road old shoes and windbreaker blast lost my playlist when I switched computers that’s okay just Carrie Underwood today an hour to myself 0:00 start tire tracks full of water cold ears the smell of prairie sage baking in the sun […]




Apr 202011
 
The Gift

I’m feeling twitchy; for the last two days I haven’t allowed myself any time to run. This concerns me because I’ve been waking up in a cold sweat with visions of standing at the bottom of a hill and looking up. The hill is something like the ascent of the Rebel Yell roller coaster of […]




Apr 072011
 

Last night as Sammy hopped in the car after soccer practice he bumped his ankle against the seat-back and let out an audible, “ouch.” “What’s up? Did you twist your ankle?” “No, I got kicked.” “Kicked in the course of playing soccer, kicked?” “Nah, kicked cuz some kid was mad at me.” I’ve been thinking […]




Mar 262011
 
In a Box (About Me)

I’ll admit I’m experiencing a bit of discord trying to write “about me.” I have angst about being stereotyped, labeled, or put in a box. This is something I think about a lot and write a great deal about; and here I sit, trying to put myself in a neat little box. If you know […]