After a long delay between flights, this morning's sun rose from behind the five million year old Santa Ynez Mountains. Later, lapping the beach's long neck, Poseidon's brine left behind small stones, empty shells and seaweed stranded between toes.
Due East of here, around 9,000 years ago a drying-out began. Coyotes, mule deer, foxes, rabbits, lizards, snakes, but hardly any water. A creation myth was handed down, making this a place of poha, supernatural power, while the uninscribed visions of art continued to pursue "the place my mind came into being."
From, "The Lost Way of Stones."
Digital Archive [The Center for Digital Discourse and Culture, Virginia Polytechnic University] Paper Archive [The University of New Mexico, Zimmerman Library, Albuquerque]
Poetica: Fifteen Critiques of Poetry and Poetics
Of Place Itself
The Lost Way of Stones
Curriculum Vitae [pdf]