Out the front window near my desk, the swifting plash of car tires; drips dripping off the curled iron of the fire escape. Out the back window, where the trees climb higher than the roof, rain soft patterings on wet leaves; there is no wind today. The leaves have not even begun to consider a… Continue reading Rain soft patterings on wet leaves
From January; a trip to Baltimore. (BUS POETRY!) Through the bus window, out of New York. Barren scores of urban cliffs— cloaked in winter trees (their unexpected softness, out-of-focus)— look like lost castles through spectacles designed for looking at things close-to. Dried drops on the wide panes from another rain lend the highway a cold… Continue reading Been awhile.
TL and Kim traverse a parking lot of leaves after the hike. I think this was the smallest cabin trip since the first (which was only TL and Leddy, in a tent with their heavily-laden bikes in the rain). Sabine was meant to be there as well but at the last had a rush at… Continue reading A trip to the woods
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 