So Much To See

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This morning driving back to the docks from across the bridge I was thinking of that Mary Oliver  line about her job in this life is to be dazzled. I love that.

I remember a friend visited and was blown away by our life on the water. She asked how I ever got any work done around here. I said, well I just make it my work.

Job requirement: ability to be dazzled. Love that. And it’s enough. Simple is usually best. Yesterday over coffee a friend said I was one of those people who writes everyday and I was thinking sometimes it’s because I have to write.

This morning I thought, actually, it’s because I get to write.

Cap'n Orange

Cap'n Orange

a picture of hope 

a picture of hope 

This Morning

photo by Dennis Bayer

photo by Dennis Bayer

This morning I made the coffee, fed the cats, watered the plants

Went up to the roof, took 10 deep breaths, practiced qigong, tai chi

and watched the golden sunrise grow milky white.

Downstairs I read Mary Oliver with Capt. Orange purring in

my lap, with some Bukowski chaser, typed these words

sitting in the brown leather chair, the Mac balanced on

the leather arm because it’s the cat who's the laptop.

These mornings before 7:00 fill my day. They say

breakfast is the most important meal. I haven’t

had a bite, but I feel full.

Window Hunter

We lived on 2 acres with a pond. Pierre had the run of the apple orchard, quite the dainty killer back then. Now he's a houseboat kitty and prowls the roof and decks and rooms afloat. This morning a gull flew  below the long window where Pierre  relaxed in his favorite post following an exhaustive breakfast and instantly the old hunter went into his crouch. Old instincts never die. The gull perched on our piling, surveying the channel. I watched and wrote. Better for all that way.

We lived on 2 acres with a pond. Pierre had the run of the apple orchard, quite the dainty killer back then. Now he's a houseboat kitty and prowls the roof and decks and rooms afloat. This morning a gull flew  below the long window where Pierre  relaxed in his favorite post following an exhaustive breakfast and instantly the old hunter went into his crouch. Old instincts never die. The gull perched on our piling, surveying the channel. I watched and wrote. Better for all that way.

Followed mermaid's call: Please feed cat.

Winning post by Linda Saldaña

Congratulations to Linda Saldana, winner of the  "Six Word Story Contest" based on the above photograph. And thanks to everyone who participated. It was a pleasure to read your words and see where your imaginations took us.  As my friend Ken Rodgers said, " Carumba!"

Congratulations to Linda Saldana, winner of the  "Six Word Story Contest" based on the above photograph. And thanks to everyone who participated. It was a pleasure to read your words and see where your imaginations took us.  As my friend Ken Rodgers said, " Carumba!"

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“I don’t use people I know at all. I really value the shorthand, the compression of suggesting a whole life while actually having to render up very little of it. I feel tired of exposition and backstory; the more you can suggest without spelling out, the more you can encompass in the same space. Fiction writing is always about compression and suggestion.” - Jennifer Egan, The Goon Squad

“I don’t use people I know at all. I really value the shorthand, the compression of suggesting a whole life while actually having to render up very little of it. I feel tired of exposition and backstory; the more you can suggest without spelling out, the more you can encompass in the same space. Fiction writing is always about compression and suggestion.” - Jennifer Egan, The Goon Squad

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Walking the planks, shadows and light catch my eye and stop me in my tracks for a moment of wonder.

Ashtray Stories

I was reading about complementary colors and how they are opposites and it made me think of Chekov's remark - you can write a story about anything, you can write a story about that ashtray for example, as long as it has a north and south pole, a he and a she. I love learning, reaffirming, making discoveries about writing while studying other art, other crafts, and of course, while observing nature herself.

I was reading about complementary colors and how they are opposites and it made me think of Chekov's remark - you can write a story about anything, you can write a story about that ashtray for example, as long as it has a north and south pole, a he and a she. I love learning, reaffirming, making discoveries about writing while studying other art, other crafts, and of course, while observing nature herself.

Coupon Clipper

I’ve never been a coupon clipper but when I see a poem or a story or riff, a quote, that I think someone I know or love would like I will send it along; not to teach or admonish or show off or rub anyone’s nose in anything.  Just to share. I read a Humans of New York post the other day about a vibrant, active woman in her 90’s. She said she had a boyfriend. She didn’t even know how old he was. But they exchanged books!  Maybe that’s an act  of love. A spiritual act. An act of kindness and joy. Maybe it’s just what I do. Like this email, which I’ll share with you.

I’ve never been a coupon clipper but when I see a poem or a story or riff, a quote, that I think someone I know or love would like I will send it along; not to teach or admonish or show off or rub anyone’s nose in anything.  Just to share. I read a Humans of New York post the other day about a vibrant, active woman in her 90’s. She said she had a boyfriend. She didn’t even know how old he was. But they exchanged books!  Maybe that’s an act  of love. A spiritual act. An act of kindness and joy. Maybe it’s just what I do. Like this email, which I’ll share with you.