Morning Skype with one of my most favorite people on earth, living in Capetown. We live in a world where all we have to do is calculate our seven hour time difference correctly (it took a few tries), and then we can talk. Sometimes, still, this seems like magic and not technology.

Her favorite activities include – chewing on my fingers in group photographs:
Leading me into / through psychedelic geographies of all kinds: 41338_638864563141_5758469_n
And changing car wheels with me en route to strange parties held in the mountains, while wearing a head-lamp. 1923362_12194800593_1942_n
My favorite activities include, climbing mountains with her and discovering decapitated yogis at the top: 551132_10151056835529757_584605220_n
Hanging out brazenly on street corners at strange hours, like the reckless hooligans we are: 1917784_112739020801_4297711_n
And drawing totemic animals on her limbs. 418301_941570393231_833483117_n And also, today, morning coffee, with only a laptop screen separating our halves of the planet.

I Move / To Keep Things Whole

In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.

When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in
to fill the spaces
where my body’s been.

We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.

[Keeping Things Whole - Mark Strand]

From the Times piece about Mark Strand. My other favorite part: “To critics who complained that his poems, with their emphasis on death, despair and dissolution, were too dark, he replied, ‘I find them evenly lit.’”