san gabriels out my window

Pasadena is full of silences. Gabrielino is the name of one of them.

travel

After a year of dreaming only of a linear inch on someone's bookshelf, something else appears on the horizon. No: a HORIZON appears on the horizon. Two hundred years are yesterday; two thousand, only slightly further back, the distance perhaps just a trick of the light. A carp breaks the surface of a pond three thousand miles distant; I am almost breathing. Soon.