Bok Bok
Shaquille O’Neal is opening what is ostensibly his sixth Big Chicken location inside Seattle’s Climate Pledge Arena, working in conjunction with the unfortunately named...
The Community of Salt (part iii)
Time has come for our FEAST. The one once dreamt. We are preparing the viands, setting the table, collecting our makings… TO SHARE.
Being with.
Not hiding from what I feel. Letting it come. Flow through me. Sit with it. Taste it, hear it, touch it, smell it.
Can you feel without judgement?
Yesterday gleamed like a pearl on a string of Midwestern October beauties. Warm air, puffy cumulus, wild flowers, and a field recently shorn for hay welcomed me and Henrietta for a stroll.
We live in a time of complexity
“I just got a job as a personal assistant, the first job offer in a very long time. And I got it because I am vaccinated.” He smiles, happy for the opportunity. Knowing that he replaced a person who didn’t take the vaccine.
Tide’s Out
Making my way down the stony beach, I drop to my knees behind my tripod. The rocks are glistening wet. Moments ago they were the ocean floor. Now they are my playground.
Leaving
In the beginning, I felt so tight and confined. “It’s not yet time,” the icy winds roared in response to my impatience. “You must wait until the conditions are right, or you will perish before you’ve begun.
Magical Math
Despite my well-worn, grey, pleats near the shoulders, hooded sweatshirt, I was cold in the hospital waiting room. I could see blue sky and sunlight through the windows that looked out into the parking lot.
Verde Que Te Quiero Verde
Green is the colour of our fourth chakra. The heart chakra, Anahata. I always wondered why green, and looking for an answer I found it in green herbs and leafy-hearted plants.
The Community of Salt
In an intent to grasp the nature of gathering, this piece is a work in progress. It is still happening, I mean, it is happening right now meanwhile I am writing...
The Pace of an Elephant
I’m lying of the floor of the land cruiser, 2 cameras around my neck, the 100-400 lens in my hands, the wider zoom propped up on sandbags between my elbows.
Gone Missing at the Airport
A couple of hours before dawn I was awake and packing my luggage ready to leave Bali for the final time. Over the four months of my solo travels...
Sweaty Car Sleep
When I find myself completely overwhelmed and flying all over the place and acting grumpy and panicked and irrational I like to blame my son. Who is 12.
See What You’ve Been Missing
You may be wondering if port cities come with seedy underbellies as implied by the 1980’s neon-splashed smash hit series Miami Vice (after which I’ve modeled most of my life).
What if Presence Is Sexy?
I was at this meditation center in Denmark, when I from a distance saw a man. To me he looked like a native American. Not looked-looked, it was more of his energy ...
Blood, Bears and Golden Tee, Not Necessarily in That Order
This guy’s blood squirted pretty much on me at the start of our honeymoon. I was a brand-new tech in an ER and I wanted this healthcare/emergency services gig to bolster my resume...
Calculus of Cooking
Sweaty palms. Pencil slipping through my fingers. Thick air of uncertainty surrounds the room. Sounds of thirty pencils scribbling across crisp midterm papers. Time ticks away....
Even From Beyond
First, he sold the chairs. The patinated pair with the buttons and embroidery. After that, the artwork. The Tintoretto he’d bought in Milan. The bronze statue of the Siren with the dove. The one he’d commissioned done.
Me and the Ivory Girl
Fuck and all the other swear words were prohibited in the Tucker household. There were, of course, certain exceptions. My father’s mostly under his breath muttering didn’t count...
A Most Memorable Christmas Eve
Christmas?, I asked, only to hear my mom respond, over the phone, without hesitation, No.
Ok, I replied, and that was that.
All Aboard
Is that a construction smoke chimney? Or is it one of those mega huge ships, heavy, slow, solemn, dignified…
