Earthquake
Wet and moonless, the Japanese maple drips her pigment onto a desolate, metal halide-lit stretch of road, until pink-red rivulets parade ostentatiously toward...
Wet and moonless, the Japanese maple drips her pigment onto a desolate, metal halide-lit stretch of road, until pink-red rivulets parade ostentatiously toward...
It must take a certain manic energy, for an Arctic Tern to travel 25,000 miles a year, over every ocean and near every continent on Earth, as though there were no borders, no checkpoints, no...
The moon, cold and pockmarked and hard, is not dainty. The moon belches starlight, has no gender.
You may think it inconsequential that an empty tube of toothpaste is not, if pressed, empty, but has more to give of itself. You may prefer odes to lofty ideas, or nature, or love...
You don’t need to watch the news. Walk the dog. Lay in the grass. Watch a cloud settle into evening’s funereal pews. That terror which lies in wait will be there when you return...
The advent of the Internet in general, and tools like Google search in particular, heralded an age in which instant access to all the world's knowledge would enhance discourse, remove the traditional gatekeepers to information, and lead to greater human flourishing.
The alarm goes off at 4. I will myself to my feet, not for a grand mission, but to catch a flight. In the predawn darkness, driving the 101 to the 405, I recite Clifton, Keats, & Limón
In Guangdon Province a young father rises early for work at Doubleeagle Industry Limited, where he operates the plastic-injection molding machine. It is rote, if loud and dangerous work...
I was seventeen when I read Alan Watts’ The Way of Zen a couple pages at a time, putting down the book to observe sunset drape itself over my mind, falling asleep thinking of not thinking, hearing a flock of birds and imagining myself
The passage of the Inflation Reduction Act created unprecedented opportunities to reduce energy bills, improve air quality, and create good-paying jobs.
Too much talk of revolution makes me hungry, and there is little in the fridge that makes one believe in a better world:
Leaves gather like un- sold goods. Need help, asks the rake. Just browsing, I say.