January – Maisons Laffitte under snow. February – He who jumps off bridges in Paris is in Seine. March – Arthur leaps skyward. April – Cinque Terre, Italy. Hiking… it’s only walking… for 7 hours. Bring proper footwear and a bottle of water. May – Sunset over North Lake, Grand Junction, Michigan. June – Late [...]
Posts Tagged ‘lake’
12 Pictures. 12 Months.
Posted in favorites, my life, tagged arthur, Austin, chicago, christmas, cinque terre, france, Gary, halloween, italy, lake, Maisons Laffitte, mechanical bull, michigan, months, New Years Day, notre dame, paris, photos, Resolutions, texas, white christmas, years on January 1, 2010 | 5 Comments »
jeremy, claudia, gretchen, and a story about a night i missed.
Posted in short shorts, tagged attic, claudia, gretchen, jeremy, king, lake, night, sneak, stars, summer, water on October 19, 2009 | 1 Comment »
I remember sneaking up to the attic when my parents slept with their door closed. I’d pull the bed out that the couch turned into and would flop, flipping from side to side, a king in his luxurious court, presiding over all of himself. And then there was the time Philip came in and my [...]
Stirring.
Posted in poetry, tagged dragonflies, hammock, lake, lapse, reflection on July 21, 2009 | 2 Comments »
You are the one that takes it all away. The slow sway of the hammock between the trees, I see it and us and there I’d fight off sleep if for no other reason than to feel our weight. Down below us, far below us, worlds below us, dragonflies practice; circle, circle, circle, swoop. [...]
It’s softer than that…
Posted in short shorts, tagged canoe, choo-choo, crickets, dusk, fire, lake, lincoln, michigan, train, water on May 5, 2009 | 1 Comment »
“What do you think you’d call that?” I ask my nephew. “I don’t know, a horn?” he says putting together a Lincoln log cabin. There is a train far off that you can hear every evening when dusk sweeps in, the time before dinner is cooked, after you have the lake water showered off [...]
A poem for Ellen.
Posted in favorites, poetry, tagged canoe, clouds, dinner, ellen, lake, oar, pink on February 27, 2009 | 2 Comments »
It was that even if we never took that canoe ride and when you did I shouted to you across the lake about dinner or something. And I could hear your oar in the water, breaking it and your face looking up as I called to you and you didn’t need to tell me about [...]
