Posted in Uncategorized on November 7th, 2015 by christofino – Be the first to comment
Did you know that Myanmar’s snub-nosed monkey sneezes every time it rains? That the British Navy defended the Somalian coastline from pirates by blasting Britney Spears? That the, ahem, Mongolian death worm allegedly kills its prey with electric shocks that shoot out of its eyes? This was one editing project where I constantly had at least one child looking over my shoulder, and the entire family is very excited to now see it in print!
If you’ve got a child who loves learning about the world (or is perhaps studying for an upcoming Geo Bee), grab a copy and read up on all those fascinating facts about our planet’s 196 countries.
Posted in China, Jottings on October 8th, 2015 by christofino – Be the first to comment
A rocky path twists through the mountain’s chill
clouds gather and part
revealing distant homes.
I stop the cart amid twilit maple trees
frosted leaves glittering more red
than any of spring’s
most brilliant blooms. read more »
Posted in Music on September 28th, 2015 by christofino – 1 Comment
An ode to Oakland’s tidal lagoon.
From the 609 Central analog archives; featuring Munson Wu on the rhythm sticks.
Posted in Uncategorized on September 17th, 2015 by christofino – Be the first to comment
you call out
from the dusk,
an eerie song
my daughter’s ear.
Is that death you sing of there
or a pledge to protect the souls
of the not-yet-dead?
We follow the hesitant notes
into the yard,
a chorus of insects
expanding into the empty space
while we wait.
We know you owl,
we listen to you outside the window
sometimes, when darkness falls
but this is the first time you have shown
your tufted head.
The children creep closer
thinking they can capture the moment
with their hands
or perhaps steal a closer look
that will somehow unveil
in the shadows.
Occupying the same fence post
as hawks and larks
a perch shared by the winged,
I wonder: if I could balance there
what would I see?
Not the play from my current spectator’s seat,
but the inherent role
that’s played inside the things
a mouse scurrying through the grass
the silent wings
that swoop down
and the talons that squeeze
Posted in Uncategorized on August 28th, 2015 by christofino – Be the first to comment
What does a day of work really cost
How much is a dream forever lost
What do you gain from a stranger’s smile
At what price comes the unseen trial?
How much for that magic eye
Spells that work and tears that dry
What would you pay to spare her pain
How many drops in a bottle of rain?
Where go feelings thrown into the deep
Sleepness nights, no soul to keep
What cost to silence dogs of war
To have the rich count the poor?
How do you reignite love’s lost touch
How much for a kiss from Lady Luck
Would you do anything to right a wrong
Or is it enough to remember in song?
Posted in Uncategorized on July 28th, 2015 by christofino – Be the first to comment
A few sounds from the 609 Central analog archives.
Posted in Uncategorized on July 9th, 2015 by christofino – Be the first to comment
The night deepens.
A frog croaks, like a ticking clock
while a train to somewhere else
As I lie down on the bed
I find her still half-awake
and I wonder
how is it that she can not sleep
without me by her side?
If she can not even cross over
for a night by herself
then no way
And I place my ear
to her beating heart
as the frog outside fades away
holding on to that pulse
like a line in a gale
Posted in Uncategorized on July 1st, 2015 by christofino – Be the first to comment
Which way to the Temple of Accumulated Fragrance?
After several miles, nothing but clouds and peaks.
No trail that passes through old trees,
Just a bell that tolls, somewhere deep.
A spring’s gurgle in a jumble of rocks,
The sun’s light cold through green pines.
Empty by a pond’s twilit curves,
Quieting dragons of the mind.
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Posted in Uncategorized on June 21st, 2015 by christofino – Be the first to comment
flit by his nose, the old dog
lame in the meadow.
Posted in Uncategorized on June 15th, 2015 by christofino – Be the first to comment
If growing up was like a ladder
that you had to keep on climbing
for ever and ever
then you would be scared to fall
and maybe that fear
would keep you frozen
and you’d never go anywhere
But life’s not a ladder
it’s more like a dive
into a cold pool
there’s still a fear of falling
but it’s swirled together
with anticipation and delight
like the bitter and the sweet
in a square of chocolate.
And the first time you are falling,
but again and you taste it:
freedom in flight.
You can twist your body
into some exquisite silliness
let loose a shriek–
you are flying toward
the water’s enveloping embrace.
A momentary glimpse of transcendence
that can be relived
just as soon as you pull yourself
up over the edge
skin your knee in the rush
run back through the hot sun
–who said anything
about being scared
to fling yourself
into gravity’s arc–
It’s so much better
when you’re jumping into it
So much better than tumbling
frozen in fear
from way up high
on a make-believe ladder