The moon’s gravity causes the tides. It pulls the water away from two sides of Earth, which pushes it toward the other two sides. Something one sixth the size of our planet shoves the oceans around. The movie Interstellar showed what it would be like if a supermassive black hole was the moon instead. Waves thousands of feet high make Earth’s puny hurricanes look like ripples in a puddle. What if the Radiance descending on the watery tumult spoke the Moon, spoke Gargantua (and millions like them across the universe) into being? What if that Gravity treated the waters as a nesting hen?
Note: the photograph above was taken by my wife. Because still photography only captures a single moment in time, it gives the illusion that the bridge is steady. I distinctly recall it never being anything less than 45 degrees at any point of my harrowing crossing. Just saying.
Poison Oak A cautionary tale about what not to do when encountering leaves of three. Let the rhyming do the work.
Dark Before Dusk Honestly, the only debate left is whether to stay at Standard Time or Daylight Time (Daylight Time is the correct answer, by the way). No one debates whether to end Daylight Savings Time.
Lovely (Haiku) This is based in part on Andy Crouch’s wonderful keynote at Hutchmoot 2018 about the “non-usefulness” of art. (There’s also a hefty dose of my philosophy minor in there, too.)
Protestor The prompt was to write a protest poem. An alliterative appreciation of the moody monk’s mallet-mashed melée.
Oh. Being interrupted is usually infuriating (it is for me, anyway). But sometimes, interruptions can be welcome.