Tag Archives: childhood

Letter to my dad, but not my father figure.

Dear Dad, I am awake and heading into town. You were right about writing early. Beautiful thoughts are filling my head this morning, giving me sway to write (now I am not so sure they are beautiful, but it feels good to have them in my head). It would be nice to see you, even […]

Paperboy

Cool now out in the yard at this time of morning. Yet he’s started working already. Why he is up so early shoveling, he can’t figure. Stubborn even against his own tendencies. Position the spade.  Step.  Push the handle down.  Bend, lift and toss.  Repeat.  These simple efficient motions, so pleasing in their economy.  Repeated […]

a note to a soulmate across the years

Thinking of you while motorcycling through the redwood hills of Santa Cruz.  Summer thoughts, wishing I were breaking asphalt in the hot sun to get the full effect of the summer sun.  Or bored as a child at a family picnic eating cob after cob off of a tall buttery plate.  Or hours lost to […]