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Isaac Lewis

Isaac Lewis

Kobayashi Issa

In this world, we walk on the roof of hell
Gazing at flowers

– Kobayashi Issa

Jim Harrison

The hardest thing for me to accept was that my life was what it was everyday.

– Jim Harrison, from Everyday Life: The Question of Zen

What is Secure Scuttlebutt?

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A row of pigeons nestle on a streetlight, all in a line like muddy popcorn on a string – a dumpy Christmas decoration. From the office window they look warm in the cold fog. The whole scene would be better with snow, but the snow hasn't come yet and the cold damp reigns in mist over the season.

The pigeons are greeted by a friend who jumps into a small gap in the ranks, rustling his wet feathers and nodding to his mates. One large and grizzled pigeon on the sloping arm of the streetlight takes off. Perhaps there is a pigeon rule for the polite number of cooing friends per streetlight. I'd like to meet whoever spends their life trying to figure that out.

The traffic grinds past below the pigeons. In typical fashion, I am at the office past rush hour. The pigeons look down on the traffic like cameras, judging the poor taste of lonely commuters, unloading on all the Range Rovers, glad to be out in the weather and happy together instead of cramped in traffic and large cars alone.

I am stuck halfway up the stairs staring out the office window at a back alley, a streetlight, and traffic, halfway between the snack I just grabbed and my desk. Instead of finishing the stairs, I am finishing pigeon thoughts to myself, lamely pretending the pigeons are sizing me up from their damp perch.

The stairwell door opens below me and I start, taking my eyes off the birds and my feet up the stairs. Perhaps the birds will sit on my shoulders now, cooing their haiku into my ears as I work, encouraging me with small reminders of my insignificant workaholic flailings, reminding me to change my shirt tonight, to look up, to wonder.

Originally appeared in Nature Writing


They require shade and  covering, they require kneaded bread and wine and oil, and if any of  these things fails them, they perish; for us, on the other hand, any  grass or root serves as bread, the juice of any plant as oil, any water  as wine, any tree as a house. Furthermore, this region is familiar to us  and is our ally, but to them it is unknown and hostile. As for the  rivers, we swim them naked, whereas they do not across them easily even  with boats. Let us, therefore, go against them trusting boldly to good  fortune. Let us show them that they are hares and foxes trying to rule  over dogs and wolves.

-- Boadicea, as recorded by Dio Cassius in his Roman History

Sawtooth Ridge

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