Ordinary Things, Meaning and Mystery (a moment when I sound like a total flake and don’t care)

It might sound obvious, but whenever I look at my favorite photographs or paintings, I have the confident sense that they mean something … I’m just not really sure what. It’s the peripheral-vision pull of it — the feeling that something important is just out of reach — that attracts me. (I’m much less interested in things I’m sure […]

A Prayer, Left in a Rose Garden Where Nothing is Blooming: Day Twenty-Nine

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project.  Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all.  I hope you’ll join me.  * The other day, while I’m sitting at my desk at work, I write a prayer. When it […]

A Strange Little Almost-Poem About Manholes (Yes, Really), Left on Top of One in the Middle of a Field

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project.  Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all.  I hope you’ll join me.  * A few weeks ago, a wrote an almost-poem about manholes. I kid you not. I found a particularly […]

A Prayer for Grownups, Inked Onto Beechnuts, Left on the Wasena Bridge: Day Twelve

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project.  Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all.  I hope you’ll join me.  Have you ever wondered why seeds do what they do?  Why they send their small sprouts toward the light? […]