January 2004

January 2004: Every coast has a secret place: Here the sand is paler than moonlight, clean as A Scourge,
empty as heaven, and sings to you as you walk. Don’t tell… Please.

January 2004: I ROUNDED A CURVE IN THE HIGHWAY, THIS MOUONTAIN JUST JUMPED UP IN FRONT OF ME, FILLING THE WINDSHIELD, – – – EVERYTHING – – –

OBVIOUSLY, IT OWNED THE PLACE. A FEW MINUTES LATER, ANOTHER CURVE,
AND IT VANISHED. North California; Wow !

January 2004: Donna and Joe
7 have a house
right behind
that redwood.
One day . . .

January 2004: Another print
A sierra day
Bright
With expectations
And delight.

January 2004: Show me the pressman
ip who makes this
and I will show you
a spinner of tales.

January 2004: YOU CAN NEVER BE
THIS SAD, THIS DOWN,
AND YET
ALMOST SMILE,
ALMOST.

January 2004: FAR, FAR, FAR
DEEP IN THE DARK
THERE IS AN END
A LIGHTER PLACE
A REASON FOR HOPE.

January 2004: SUFFER SILENT
BAWL AND MOAN
EVERYBODY HURTS
JUSTICE 1S LOST
ARE INFANT NEEDS
SO OFTEN UNKNOWN?

January 2004: Feeling frazzled, really shot to pieces some days. Running used to help, yoga was okay, but dance — okay, “expressive movement”
—was the best. Saved my life again and again, saith painter.

January 2004: AN ALGEBRA OF LIFE, AS MYSTICAL AS SHOVELS AND SPADES AND JUST AS PRACTICAL.
NO UNKNOWNS ALLOWED