on the growing edge

I am at the San Francisco airport waiting for my plane back to Phoenix. The week that precedes my sitting here is bulging at my metaphysical seems. My bags, too, are more full. I carry new things. I wanted all along to write down so many details, so many finite...

Shibui

I am in northern California, staying in a house on the edge of the earth, literally. The view from our liberally windowed house is the rocky, moody coast of the Pacific Ocean. It seems turned around, on the wrong side. It feels like it should all be flipped...