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January 27, 2015January 27, 2015A // W // F

An Offering, Left in the Amphitheater at Elmwood Park: Day Twenty-Six

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. * Yesterday I park my car downtown, on Franklin, and walk toward Elmwood Park, in a sunlit avenue of […]

January 25, 2015January 25, 2015A // W // F

A Question, Left by a Brook in Garst Mill Park: Day Twenty-Four

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. * I find a new park today — a small one, hugging close to a silver ribbon of […]

January 20, 2015January 20, 2015A // W // F

Color and Words, Left in the Healing Garden by the Hospital: Day Nineteen

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. * If you’ve been around here for awhile, you’ve probably noticed that I don’t usually shoot photographs in […]

January 19, 2015A // W // F

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 […]

January 18, 2015January 18, 2015A // W // F

A Reminder to Myself, Hidden in the Boulders at Wind Rock: Day Seventeen

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. * We drive south, past the New River Valley into Giles, where the road climbs up and up […]

January 17, 2015May 8, 2019A // W // F

a promise, left on a park bench in the frost …

…I had it already prepared: the words inked on the shiny green undersides of six acuba leaves, with their brilliant gold speckles. I stuck a hand in my pocket and ran a thumb over their leather skins.

Yes. This place. This…

January 14, 2015January 14, 2015A // W // F

A Little Comfort, Written on Small Stones, Sunk in the River: Day Thirteen

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. I go down to the river where it curls close to Salem Park. Where it ripples shallow over stones. […]

November 7, 2014November 21, 2014A // W // F

Stalking the Light in the Woods: Day Seventeen

(Sometimes it’s tough to feel at home in your own city. Which is why I’ve given myself a challenge: each day, for forty days, I’m going to find *one* thing I love about this place. And then I’m going to tell you about it. If you want to follow my journey, start here. Today is Day Seventeen.) It […]