but for the asking

February 12, 2016 § Leave a comment

how’s the project going he’d asked


the project is going actually, which is a good start! having dithered lo these many years with it, starting is one of those big steps, but I’m guessing you know that, thanks for asking.

I have the text pretty well organized and have decided to typeset the whole thing which is a yooge as barnie or donald might say undertaking, but I’m still not sure how I want to use the photographs or what part of the story I might want graphics to play that said, I have chosen likely photos, (misty one of canyon house, house in homedale, house on 17th, house being held down by string, string holding house down, guerneville house up in the air when it was being raised, and oh! two from winnipeg; a reflection in a window so it looks double exposed, and one of red geraniums on f&d’s deck)

well that almost goes as a not noticing becoming a noticing of how I infact make decisions or a noticing of my process which in the best of circumstances goes on without me, I suppose like writing, and editing or taking the reins comes later, anyway there I am blablablaing as if I hadn’t chosen, and as if the photos chosen don’t already tell their own story, and all of this in a conversation, mind you, with doug, well not as if I haven’t dragged him into this neither of us kicking and screaming

wow. and they do tell their story
which but for the asking I might not have noticed.


February 2, 2016 § Leave a comment




(yesterday’s improv at the case. graphite rubbing from our last play date)


the thing about mistakes is they aren’t necessarily
they are simply another possibility another way; they can mean
can be freedom


January 29, 2016 § Leave a comment









unused tarnish squeak
dissemble disingenuous disentangle dismay decay ferment transpose transform emanate refine gather wither wane wax flood ebb mending darning tatting ongoing waiting next to the speaker for the dead that stump old as jesus christ would be grandfather of that fairy ring that family of redwoods in the center of our backyard forest recovering from the tender trespass of brain surgery and the goddamned bark fell off in a huge sheet as if some horrible portend of disaster but lo, it was a new green shoot bearing witness to the many ways of transition

We did that once, rust, side by side, on a couch in the middle of a living room Christmas party in plain view of everyone, no one noticed either the rust or the release change memory refresh shades of story adrift as if bloom fulminate whisky or violin angel’s share vaporize breathe oxidize recant wait weight sliver shave the color of I don’t know always never loving living not that life is tough, birth dusk relinquish forgetting decay as if dismantling wasn’t rebuilding and deconstructing wasn’t imagination
not remorse this coming and going
continuity instead of

(book coming soon)

making coffee

January 23, 2016 § 3 Comments

it started as these things do in obscurity

with the new kettle, you know that boil water device which by now has become so becoming of anybody who is anybody has one, but also is so complicated and so gadgetified and digitalized that you need instructions, well those who are inclined to wanting instructions rather than simply pushing any of the damned buttons preferred instructions for use, so,


and when she saw them she began m/uttering press to percolate and then surrounded as were we by presses we did



January 8, 2016 § 2 Comments


f/lexicon (dithering)
stuck. not knowing. doubt. in between. on the brink. experimentation. all hands on deck. stepping into uncertainty. fear. boredom. sore shoulders. exercise. banjo. organizing work space. words as material.
writing. laughing. in a corner. on a corner. push back. talk back. voice. question. viscosity of certainty. undo. coffee. play the banjo. unbutton. range of motion. edit. storm. free for all. disorder. chaos. boundary. river. turbulence. risk. play. dress up. apron. tool belt. blueprint. notebook. intervene. fix. disrepair. dissemble. act up. speak up. write up. dust up. move. storm. wind. leeway. feed birds. empty catbox. walk. dodge. unmask. answer.


read more from 100 words

new year’s day walk

January 3, 2016 § Leave a comment


When will the nightmare end? he with headphones and sunglasses said again, aimed in my direction; he could have been talking to someone on the other end of the headphones but there was as insistence in the tone which somehow demanded my response, Who are you talking to? No one cares! he answered.

The most cockeyed hello how are you fine have a nice day conversation I’ve had in a while.

Otherwise everyone was full of happy new year and good morning and though I started in winter I finished in spring then home again for black-eyed peas.

judi’s all ways know-

December 21, 2015 § Leave a comment


judi also had her bindings of the book at the Open House, which was nice to see after I’d done mine I think although now of course I have more ideas, which when are they never not distracting but just because I have them doesn’t mean I have to use them right away. Might not be the right time yet. Anyway, quite fascinating what different approaches we had. Whereas I’d gone with a different tab material for each page and assembly line style (“Which of course you would!” she’d exclaimed with her wonderful laugh and I figured I may as well take that as a compliment although it was probably just an observation), judi had done one book at a time, so each had tabs of similar material. She’d also experimented a bit with shaped tabs, and cutting notches in the tabs so you could see the strings other than…

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