Thursday, March 15, 2018. It is bright and sunny and the dog is sighing at my feet.

Close encounters inside a remote northern California bookstore. Saturday, February 21, 2015. Walking under the newly blossomed plum trees, watching the happy bees of this false spring, I found myself recalling a fragment of a poem I wrote maybe 30 years ago. The words are impermanence alone is fixed .

On August 13, 2015. That would keep the eyes open and the fingers moving. Except this was three or four in the afternoon. Violent storms started up in the night. On August 12, 2015.

When everything is going wrong, something beautiful can make all the difference. Confessions of a Community College Dean. Seth is a writer, a speaker and an agent of change.

A sidewalk-level view of Redwood City, California. Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost. Tolkien for the title; it comes from a poem he wrote for. The Lord of the Rings .

The world reveals itself to those who travel on foot. Did Leonardo know what Marcel Duchamp surmised. Could Shakespeare guess that the Montagues and Capulets would morph into the Jets and the Sharks? Thanks are due to the Poet in Residence.