Here are recent posts on our respective blogs, Anthrotopia & Wander-Bird:
Well, that was a lengthy radio silence...
but there'll be some news in the near future, so stay ...more
- ... is not something I'd really recommend.
It is the Disneyland of Nature, at least down in the valley, where it parodies itself (the Yosemite that once might have existed): You can go to the gift shops to buy postcards of the scenes you can't see because you're in your car, stuck in traffic, unable to park and ...more
Hear that creak and the bang of train cars moving out?
After a long hiatus, the wheels are turning once again!
2015 was a doozy of a year. Well, I take it back, it wasn't as much of a doozy as it could have been (I mean in the scheme of things it was pretty decent, though I lost ...more
- The north wind is gusting outside - it comes racing down the Central Valley, picks up topsoil and whatever isn't tied down. The air has a haze and is harried by the change in weather. The house holds firm but exhales now and then as it braces itself
Each season we have days that blow past ...more
- Words and I aren’t having the best of relationships right now.
It started out decently at the beginning of February but by the end had deteriorated.
1. I learned a poem by heart. I spoke it aloud in the car, rolling it over and over. Then I returned to other poems I’d learned already and had let fall ...more
- Part of the occasional series, Fiction Going Nowhere.
I've always felt that the dead are pretty quiet folk. They sound mostly like dry leaves, or like the skitterings of mice.
Having survived the deaths of four family members, two friends, and a stranger, plus living next to the cemetery are bound to make a person inclined to ...more
- Just for your visual pleasure, the Mendocino Coast in ...more
- * I know most of my Wander-Bird visitors are here because we know each other on the How To Think Sideways Forums. On the off chance that you arrived without coming across Holly Lisle’s many writing classes, may I introduce them to you by way of the story of how I took her How to ...more
The Lives of the Heart
Are ligneous, muscular, chemical.
Wear birch-colored feathers,
green tunnels of horse-tail reed.
Wear calcified spirals, Fibonaccian spheres.
Are edible, are glassy; are clay; blue schist.
Can be burned as tallow, as coal,
can be skinned for garnets, for shoes.
Cast shadows or light;
shuffle; snort; cry out in passion.
Are salt, are bitter,
tear sweet grass with their teeth.
Step silently ...more
- I finally have a garden space that allows me to experiment.
For me experiment = play = happy me + hopefully reproducible results that can lead to happy others too.
The secret of this garden — and by that I do not mean the secret to my garden’s SUCCESS (which hasn’t happened yet), but the secret to its ...more