Author Archives: jonwolston

Who would have thought contentment was in the cards ascending three thousand feet before 10:30 a.m. on a Snickers bar and a few sips in the rain, glasses fogging up abruptly at the gray ridge-line as a warm front from … Continue reading →

I’m so tired I’ll just microwave a potato after flipping dead ducks all day in the rain.

My chest has a place that hurts in the morning or at times spent sitting alone, boding ill of peace and of joy, of skiing down peaks and painting on ladders. Then it all escapes notice as the heart does … Continue reading →

No room at the inn his eyes said, no vacancy– downsizing my heart.

Who would have thought I would wear these clothes all day– the ones Lira knocked coffee all  over at breakfast to volcanic chagrin, the ones I pruned ivy in this morning, the ones I sat in, meditating, and drop off … Continue reading →

Our woodpile needs a roof like the ones in New Hampshire to keep the rain off.

I don’t have to say, “I want to go in now” or “I have a cramp” or “We’re out too deep.” My fellow swimmers just follow along, wordlessly paddling in our warm lake of stars.

A shallow puddle in the backyard cries out to be filled in. But you are full, I say, full already. Can’t you see my depression? the puddle asks. Ducks on their way north love you as you are, I said, … Continue reading →

Humility’s a virtue with a zest and disillusionment a grace for the mighty of our race, as thy merry eye for lameness can attest. From you I learned to keep my powder dry to value patience on a wound lest … Continue reading →

I woke up on main street in a capitol city on a sidewalk of pearls awash in self-pity. My mattress obstructed pedestrian flow. A padrone down the way said I just had to go. My eyelids were stitched but as … Continue reading →