- There is nothing I cannot afford
“If you’re passing through the Bay Area,” I wrote to my Bicycle Buddha mailing list, …
- The wake of Kenny-La
Kenny was the reddest man I have ever known. Pure fire. A burner, of bridges …
- I’m in the soup
Rain drums on the roof of my bus, waves pound the rocks below. Into the …
- The Law of Dreams
Is courage just the awareness that gestures, journeys, lives have intrinsic shape, and must, one …
- Feeling in dreams
Between the madness of early morning birdsong, the braying of neighbor’s donkeys and peacocks, the …
