8:18
As I stand in the cemetery, the night is quite peaceful.
It’s 6:30 in the morning and I’m listening to my dark house.

Walls

October 27, 2020
It doesn’t take much to make a secret place.
This is the shot I hoped for.
It seems unlikely we’ll find it.
The gathering is just breaking up when I arrive.
I have weighed myself down today.
I’m in the woods, once again looking for God.

Blockheads

September 25, 2020
It’s time to get the wood ready.
Is my writing steady here?
I am struck by the timing of this moment.
Isaiah pointed these out to me today.
Oh sure. It looks peaceful now.
We need to see what we can't see.

Renewal

August 17, 2020
I saw this hawk flare before landing on my neighbor’s pine.