Putah Creek

I’m resting this microblog for a bit. I’ll be back.

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Advice from Einstein. Janis Joplin sings the blues. A raccoon in the news.

My knees, broken from prayer, no longer bend well. 

My knees, broken from prayer, no longer bend well. It is difficult for me to walk to the river. The murder was fairly easy, but what am I to do with the body? (Isn’t that always the problem?) I shall have to load it in that rusty old wheelbarrow and limp down to the river. I could carry it on my back, I suppose, like Atlas carrying the weight of the earth. How long could I last at that? Not…

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Pre-cracked eggs. Tripping balls in Oklahoma. The JLJ avatar.

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Dining naked. Jonathan Edwards cops a buzz. Extreme flatulence.

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Surfing dogs. My bird on the TV remote. Ol’ Hank sings a pretty heart song.

Early morning at Seven Mile Slough. *

Early morning at Seven Mile Slough. * The little secret is horrid, and it sees its own reflection in the water. Then, damn secret, it hides its face among the cattails and reeds in the silent and still slough. This is the weakness often ignored by people. Cranes wade in their grayness, perfect and complete. Whole. Free. The slough leads to the river, and the river to the ocean. The secret wades…

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Pre-toasted bread. Paul Desmond and Chet Baker. Attaboy, Luther.

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Fish. Chickens. Weather Report.

Growing older is a fine game that we play in real time. 

Growing older is a fine game that we play in real time. There aren’t many rules. The mind expands like popcorn in a microwave even as the body dissolves into a puddle of ache on the polished floor. When we can, we step around this puddle, and when we can’t, we raise our pants up a little. We must not soil our clothes in the liquid debris of aging. Tell me, shall we add butter and salt…

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Dōgen. Trailers. Psychedelic Texans.

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Richard Pryor. A hedgehog. A sad bear.

What is the distance of your life? 

What is the distance of your life? You are walking, although you have no destination in mind. That is a good thing. Don’t try to look too far ahead, just enjoy the scenery. Smile at people as you pass them by. The sky is so fine, both with sunlight or moonlight. The trees are soldiers standing at attention for you. The birds are there to please you. An ocean? A river? That is for the music…

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Ticks in Virginia. The Surfin’ Bird. Seinfeld, the early years.

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a long and pointed beard

THE BODY OF MARRIAGE 

THE BODY OF MARRIAGE We still have the stars in the night sky. The map That I made of your body is drawn On onionskin paper and stored in the warmest corner Of my old soul. We have gathered a life around us And built a world from our dreams of long ago. Every morning when I wake the first voice I hear Is yours, and it is the last voice at night. We are the whole of marriage, a body of love Made…

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Potato Palooza. Celebrity Tattoo. Robert Johnson - Love In Vain.

Eternity sleeps all day in a cave and comes out at night to conquer the living and the dead. What…

Eternity sleeps all day in a cave and comes out at night to conquer the living and the dead. What can one do? Slice open the moon and what might you find? The heart of a human being? The dead eyes of a shark? On small slips of the sun you can write a word or two about hope, praising life, or releasing the guilt that you don’t need to carry, then fold the slips in two like paper. You can put…

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Too Much Coffee Man. Freddie King plays the blues. Cheesy weiner sauce.

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It is far too late for me to stay silent.