Do you ever wish people would just shut up at funerals?

What are the things you hope for?

I can’t always think of things to say. So we’ll try something else. What does this picture make you think of? Or, just tell me about your day.

This is the third in a series of three images beginning at: http://secretvespers.com/2009/11/06/perfumed-bird-at-100/. Have you ever forgotten yourself in love?

This is the second in a series of three images beginning at: http://secretvespers.com/2009/11/06/perfumed-bird-at-100/. Creatures that do not reproduce might as well live forever; what do you make of the connection between love and death?

This is the first in a series of three images, each of the same origami dove, at increasing contrast. Have you ever seen a dog roll around in something dead? It turns out that that smell, as disgusting as it is, is also fascinating.

If they ever do figure out once and for all what makes us exist and experience that existence uniquely, and if we read that explanation and nod and shrug and it makes total sense and we can even grasp it intuitively, it’s still going to be mind-blowing when that mysterious sensation of it chases everything else out of mind for a tiny moment, a sensation impossible to hold on to.

If you were on one of those floating cubes, what would you be doing, how would you be balanced?

If you think a poet might be in it for the love of their own voice, you might be right. Which borrowed “causes” do you find the most offensive for bad writers, politicians, and other public figures to take up?

The text for this installment is taken from a poem in a series I am writing about (or from) pets.

What do you think about the relationship between creation and death? Does an awareness of death drive artists to create more urgent, more honest work?

Have you ever watched someone or something get carried away from you?