Author Archives: bluemountainchild

The ice is falling off the trees in a way that I feel it’s dangerous to be driving along the oak, maple, and fir-lined backroads, ever cognizant of the chunks landing in piles onto the asphalt. When I’m underneath, zooming along the ups and downs of the previously free of ice roads, I hear spasticContinue reading “Thaw”

I’m relatively sick today. A sore throat scratching my esophagus and my ears doing their usual, “I’m not going to cause you an infection right now but I am mad at you so, for one, I’m not going to say what about, and for another I’m going to swell up and be all itchy inside.”Continue reading “Grumpy”

Something I’ve realized in life that things can always be worse. Events can be unfolding that seem both incredibly unlikely and incredibly inconvenient, yet things can always be worse. Setting: Somewhere past Noyes Lane. Address only retrieved upon dispatcher’s advice to find a piece of mail. Time of Day: Late. Sometime past midnight. Tone: Tired.Continue reading “Moving House”

November is one of those months with that hazy time between afternoon and evening where the light is low and dull. Other months have it too. November’s expression of it comes as a particular shock with memories of lush full leaves and bright days still wafting through my consciousness. I don’t have the completeness ofContinue reading “Autumn Shifts”

Check out the latest article I’ve had published on Elephant Journal: 4 Things I Learned About Life While Living on a Boat To see a list of all the articles I’ve published there, go here.

The boat came out of the water this weekend. We sailed it on Friday from its mooring to the harbour ’round the peninsula to be removed from the sea. The last sail of the season. The broad expanse of sky above held the occasional fluffy cloud as we took off from the dock around one.Continue reading “Boat-life Conclusions”

I always love washing my hands with running water that first time after returning to a world with modern plumbing. It could be anywhere. I could have stopped at a gas station on the way home. One of those real dives of a place with unisex bathrooms and their oddly diligent yet completely ineffectual cleaningContinue reading “Expansive Solitude”

“I wonder when the shooting will stop” is what I really meant, though saying if is perhaps slightly more appropriate in the long run. I am, after all, in America where a tattooed, leather-laden fellow shopper was packing a handgun in the grocery store. Yup, America. When will the shooting stop? Perhaps by nightfall or,Continue reading “Gunpowder”

At nighttime my best ideas spring forth. They’ll be there, waiting under slippery folds of consciousness, emerging with flakey consistencies. The edges will slough off and I’ll lose them. Three words. I can remember three words. I won’t need to write them down. The morning’s light will dissolve them first into a twilight’s dimpled shadeContinue reading “Comfortability”

Boat life is drawing to a close. I’m scheduled for only two more nights on her and that’s if everything goes well – another 4 degree night is sure to find us calling friends again, taking people up on their offers to house us in case of boat-life-saturation. Overall the experiment has been a ravingContinue reading “Life on Boat”