Customer Service

Diagonal Tire Alignment, owner, Steve answers the phone. He talks fast, words blur together, maybe speech impediment. I need to get my tires switched out, I say. From what to what? He says. From summer to winter.   Welcome to the Shit World, he says.   Does he know...

Jake and Chloe

First, the photo of Jake’s goofy, gentle face. Then I kept saying yes. Deb sent me pictures of Jake and Coffee sleeping together. If I can get them both to Colorado a friend could adopt Coffee. They arrived on the Equinox. We switched to Chloe, which means the first...

Benefit of a Doubt

At Pella Crossing there are extra police cars and rangers. There are dogs and horses, people walking, and fishing in waders. There’s a great blue heron standing fluffed with her neck tucked. A ranger says white powder was found on a trail. Does he mean scattered about...

The Suffering of Water

When I lived on Old Stage road, on morning walks I picked up the heaviest rock I could carry. I took a few steps then dropped it. Pick it up. Hold. Let go. Repeat. Sage, an Australian Shepard mix, had his version of the same game. ~ In 1993 at Jikoji Zen Center I...

Eclipse

The cicadas are going round in trees of our neighborhood. They stop when the rain comes. And stay silent after rain. Then crickets. A birdcall. A woman across the alley yells, Hey! Stop it! to her dog. ~ At the red light on Lashley and 119 a woman with an uneven gait...

Passing the Baton

In 2001 I drove an Indian Brahmin teacher I call Acharya to Lesley’s house in Boulder where Japanese Zen master, Kobun Chino was staying. Kobun and Acharya immediately challenged each other and laughed together as if they been long time friends. Kobun said, I make...

Two Birds

I lie on my back in backyard looking at the blue. Two black specks move along with my right eye. Floaters. Tiny blind spots. It seems friendlier to call my blind spots, two birds. “There’s my two birds,” I say, when I catch myself jealous of a friend’s summer villa...

here and gone

I am walking with poet, Lisa Jarnot down Arapahoe swinging a basket of dandelions, morning glories, blue flax, sage, clover, rocks, twigs, and things for an offering to the visiting writers. Week One. We pass trees we touched yesterday, and touch again. This gesture...

How to Find Enlightenment (at the Periodontist’s)

There is another world and it is inside this one. * ~ Paul Eluard                                         I arrive with headphones and IPod, open mouth, and through an enormous amount of injections, am numbed to the bone. Should I try this sans music, lie back and be...

Katharine Kaufman

She is a priest ordained in the Soto Zen Lineage and teaches meditation and Yoga in Boulder County and the Shambhala Centers. She is an adjunct professor at Naropa where she teaches Movement Arts. She holds MFAs in Dance and Writing/Poetics.