Archive - Words on the Nature of Life

Softened by Mist

Jun 13 •

March 2025

Courtesy of petrochemical-powered jet engines and some spiffy aeronautical engineering, we took flight from our native habitat in the green creases of…

Mar 17 •

February 2025

Feb 14 •

December 2024

I’m sitting on the porch in a quiet space between late autumn storms that have pummeled the Pacific coast with wind and rain from the southwest.

Dec 15, 2024 •

November 2024

It wasn’t much of a house.

Nov 1, 2024 •

August 2024

Titus Gravenstein

Two apple trees hunched like aging gnomes in the big side yard of my childhood home.

Aug 27, 2024 •

July 2024

After the Storm

Negotiating Spaces Unlit

Jul 31, 2024 •

Too Hot Too Early

I leave town with dawn spilling rosewater over the eastern ridge, the thermometer sitting at a pleasant 60 degrees.

Jul 11, 2024 •

June 2024

Snippets from the Road

The saving grace of friendship, meadowlarks, and 17-year cicadas

Jun 14, 2024 •

May 2024

Waiting on Thrush Song

Last week my Smith River neighbor wrote to tell me that the first Swainson’s Thrush (soon to be known as the Russet-backed Thrush) had sent his vaporous…

May 20, 2024 •

April 2024

After an arduous afternoon toting heavy objects out of my childhood home, I was relaxing alone on the back patio, legs outstretched, listening to…

Apr 21, 2024 •

Four Four Thirty-four

Sitting in my living room at 5:45 a.m.

Apr 5, 2024 •

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