Monthly Archives: February 2012

1912 O’Connell February 15, 2012 Dear Pink House, It’s been a long time; I hope you are well!  You may not remember me; after all, who didn’t pick the blackberries that grew along the back fence line, too naive even … Continue reading →

It means look inside the dark places to see if there can be sky.

This little rectangular photo, of paper and ink and a moment in time when my father was a grown-up boy, playing on the beach with the other boys, turning handstands and backflips: I can smell the fresh and sweaty salt … Continue reading →

Yesterday a complete stranger bought me lunch, and it was good. But in the big room many chairs were empty, and only one of us Sat on the side with the ones he did not know.

Nature reclaims the old hotel’s outside even as the new owners renovate the lobby. The fences do not hold. Even the trees make secrets of trodden paths.

In this park the oaks and magnolias tower overhead. The creek bed is deep, but the water is shallow, revealing its egg-shaped rocks. Thus, the ground is at loge level, a mezzanine between canopy and the underground.

I crossed this bridge when I came to it. And then I crossed it again to have a better look.

I imagine that I’m following the river overland, no signs of man for days.  Yes, there are still places that is possible. I come to this bridge.  In actuality it is still in regular use, but I can imagine it … Continue reading →

Underneath the bridge at the Clark County line, the river flows gently in the cool winter afternoon. It is quiet today, and the sun thickens the February-thin air, warming it in spirit if not in fact.