daily life/art/culture/justice and how they merge, clash, & play inside my northern state of mind (set in Hokkaido and Minnesota)
anonymous artist – Outsider art exhibit at local library I haven’t had the chance to get to this place lately. Been traveling about and reading books on the treatment of the peasant class during the pre-modern and modern era of Japan. Once again, I am opening my eyes wider to what is in the hidden […]
My son said, What you think as a problem, think as a skill. To speak a language no one knows – but for me – crushes dandelion dust under my chin and love’s butter seeps into my marrow as deep as those who utter moo, meow, and ba-ba black sheep have you any wool. No […]
(anonymous outsider art at the local public library) The hawk hovers above the courtyard and knows that the earth is awakening. It is mindful of the movement below the soil, the stretching of limbs and the assembly-line yawns. Rivers rippling past creaking bones. Any animal with a nose knows the same. The wind kisses each […]
Faith doesn’t materialize in human breath, in an utterance of Sanskrit or ancient Hebrew or in the foam at the top of a tall glass of milk directly brought from the udder to your lips. Faith has more to do with silence than speech, more with the open spaces among the notes and words. I […]
When three hawks flew by in straight lines I knew something must be done straightaway to pull the thread taut and flatten the seam of the quilt. Enough unraveling! We have a world here before us of drizzly snow and shiny black branches against white sky. Something is being said in Chinese and it’s time […]