- May 18, 2023: A placeholder
- September 13, 2022: How are you doing my dear,
- August 7, 2022
- April 26, 2022: Episode
- March 23, 2022: Looking for a ship
- October 11, 2021: Breakfast
- July 26, 2021: An inlet an outlet
- July 2, 2021: I feel like singing the song of Peter
- June 30, 2021: A real gorefest
- June 15, 2021: I knew it existed but never thought to witness
- June 11, 2021
- May 8, 2021
- March 4, 2021: A little part of the self
- March 2, 2021: It has been one year since I went anywhere I couldn't walk to, and that has been a pleasure mitigated
- February 22, 2021: Gray, orange, silver, pink
- January 4, 2021
- December 31, 2020: Happy new year but time is fake. I love you and it's past time
- December 27, 2020: U.F.O.
- December 15, 2020: I wish time were containable but it isn't
- December 8, 2020: I'm compostable
- December 6, 2020: Early evening graze
- November 9, 2020: Cratus
- October 30, 2020
- October 2, 2020: Hopes and prayers
- September 9, 2020: Long distance fire opinions framed as solidarity would be acceptable to me
- August 25, 2020: I thought it was fog but it was smoke. I thought it was smoke but it was fire. I thought it was fire but it was air
- August 24, 2020: The appearance of Pat Metheny one morning during quarantine
- August 7, 2020: End worth
- July 25, 2020: An encounter
- July 22, 2020: Smooth and elastic
- July 21, 2020: Steeping peppermint
- July 20, 2020: The sublime reply to the abject
- July 20, 2020: I feel bad that I'm not into critical theory
- July 17, 2020
- May 25, 2020: Mourning Day, Mourning Eve
- May 12, 2020: It's a flock of cedar waxwings. Beyond is the mighty Pacific. They must use a portal to get back to the north against the wind
- May 11, 2020: Today's guest blogger is Peter Teichman, who saw a small mouse go into this hole and says this is a picture of the mouse's teeny tiny tail. Sometimes you look into the hole, and sometimes the hole looks into you
- May 8, 2020: Relating to an amaryllis is not my usual state
- May 7, 2020: The Earth's Moon is a perfect practitioner of distance. Careful orbital spacing, alone up there except for occasionally. I would like to draw the Earth's Moon to me so we could be together, the know-nothing and the rock who sees it all
- April 28, 2020: My beautiful friend can do this, but he can't know what's coming either
- April 26, 2020: If I were a BBC murder show
- April 22, 2020: Large and small piles
- April 14, 2020: I invented a game called eagle vs. squirrel in which I name two animals of any type and my opponent has to choose one of them according to an unstated hierarchy. This game is diabolical. You should try it
- April 13, 2020: He drops in and I am grateful for the visit. I look at the air, he looks at the air, we are the same
- April 11, 2020: Self-containment is something to do
- April 8, 2020
- March 27, 2020
- March 15, 2020: Edgar Cayce was full of shit and that's all I have to say about that
- March 12, 2020: Nature Chads
- February 26, 2020: Carapace
- February 24, 2020: Types of containers
- February 21, 2020: The sign is very beautiful and so is the sentimenti
- February 14, 2020: Today we have a guest post from writer/editor Rose Linke, who prefers a portrait orientation for her wormpics. Rose reminds us that "when it rains, it worms." Isn't that the truth.
- February 13, 2020: It's okay to change your mind about anything as long as the new opinion is an improvement
- February 11, 2020: I had the intrusive thought, I should call this blog post "ONE BIRD TWO CUPS," I'm very sorry as you can see it is permanent
- February 9, 2020: Get it????
- February 4, 2020: Mary Oliver could count on the ego shelter of mother nature for some reason whereas I can not
- January 30, 2020: Many of the things I saw today that I thought were beautiful, in chronological order by grassiness
- January 28, 2020: There is one song for blackbirds
- January 28, 2020: Visited Charlie at the library
- January 26, 2020: We wanted to walk up the cliff to look at the mighty Pacific and the place with burnt wood where we saw quail, and the chain link fence and pasture beyond, but there was a man up there so we stayed low
- January 22, 2020: "There's no blog police"
- January 19, 2020: What a way 2go
- January 16, 2020: When I was a kid I saw my first Flavin at the Lenbachhaus and the docent encouraged me to step into it. I really doubt I would love him this much otherwise. I told this story on Twitter first, which I regret. The first one is at the Met and the second one is more like the one from the Lenbachhaus and is at MoMA. Today the docents at Cooper Hewitt were the most lovely; sometimes I like people telling me how to be with art. NOT YOU
- January 15, 2020: Another world is possible
- January 13, 2020: Text to self
- January 12, 2020
- January 11, 2020: High water obviously
- January 10, 2020: Low lying land
- January 9, 2020: At the coal pier parking lot, the largest pier, very fast for loading coal into ships' open maws, floating above the estuary, we're very proud, "service [a]nd safety starts [hm] with you [and ends with coal]"
- January 8, 2020: I have two comments about this. When the airplane's windows went blue I thought, does no one else see this nuclear winter? Did they not notice the sun go out? Second: there is nowhere good to put anything at all, not an airstrip, not irrigation, not a road, not a length of ghosts, and never a hole in a mountain.
- January 6, 2020: The kind of thing some people like
- January 4, 2020: The Navy
- January 3, 2020: I did smile, but I think my face looked weird
- January 2, 2020: A fish, a dog, a worm, and a wing
- December 31, 2019: As a thought exercise I tried to feel as angry about the dinosaurs as I do about two dead whales, the thirsty koala, polar bears it goes without saying, and JonBenét Ramsey. Happy New Year!
- December 30, 2019: One last trip to the beach
- December 28, 2019
- December 26, 2019
- December 25, 2019: It's a songbird in a cage in a cage
- December 24, 2019: Teh sublime and teh abject