bug poem
This bug is a poem Don’t know what it’s called Not sure about its habits Don’t know what it’s next move will be Not sure if it’s dangerous Attracts attention if you’re looking down...
november report
It’s November 1st! The leaves are colorful. This blog is languishing. I need to come up with a new project. The blockage seems to be related to “voice” issues.
e co notes
Thinking about eco-poetry and how it can be a terrible thing As a child I: Watched ants Caught snakes Caught crickets Caught butterflies – rubbed the scales off their wings once Tied a scarf...
costa rica
quick trip October 18th through 23rd photos at flickr – Costa Rica 2007 quetzal, morpho, coati?, capybara?, squirrel, iridescent green bug, big bug, spiders, coconut, papaya, coffee, sugar cane, grapefruits…
some mornings I see
some mornings I see pigeon shadows on cement dried leaves – stray butterflies – hit the window glass
I food
10. Oh! Oh! Oh! I am food, I food, I food! I food-eater, I food-eater, I food-eater! I am the combining agent, I am the combining agent, I am the combining agent. I am...
Eater of Food
Taittiriya-Upanishad (3.10.6-7) Oh, wonderful! Oh, wonderful! Oh, wonderful! I am Food! I am Food! I am Food! I am the Food-Eater! I am the Food-Eater! I am the Food-Eater! I am the Maker of...