Category: poetry

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Our next move is tangled up in the essence of dwelling

When conventional can no longer meet the needs of a rapidly changing world, you can jump ship or you can see the possibility hidden in plain sight. I have been considering the tenure of House alongside our capacity to dwell. I think that House is a convention that might no longer meet the needs of humanity in our rapidly changing world. Wait – humans have sought shelter since the beginning. In America we take House to mean x# bedrooms and bathrooms, the kitchen and living rooms, with a basement or attic for storage, and a garage. These expectations are being eroded in the rental market yet folks living there still aspire for the House. How do you jump ship? Self-built tiny houses, Airbnbs for nomads, and campervans are some who have jumped off the House ship. I choose to look deeply at what is here because I believe that our next move is in plain sight and I think it is tangled up in the essence of dwelling.   

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To speak of a garage.

Shifting from a familiar structure we all know as iconic to our houses in America and blurring right past the decades of customizing the workshop with fancy benches and shelving and lighting, bumping over the grunge bands that grew up there and the inventors that found solitude ‘out in the garage’, and landing right..splat..in 2026 where we just passed codes removing the requirement to store an automobile on your property. And just like that – the end of the mandated garage. There is a crack in the solid foundation of what we think of as house. A house has a garage because you need to store a (or many) car(s). Perhaps the time has come to rethink what we are storing.

What are we storing in our mind: Dismantling a belief

Unique shapes are hard and expensive to build…says who?  

Recently, my meditation landed the following on my lap: “Don’t get into street fights.” I tend to be a coward anyway, so this did not frighten me. It wasn’t until I recalled a moment in a game with friends where, as the tension built toward the end of the game, one of the players pointed a finger and disclosed something that instantly put me at a disadvantage. I cringed and protested. In the height of the emotion that thickly spread over me, I completely missed the opportunity that had also presented itself. Completely missed it.  Sometimes things do not look like what they truly are. Poche is a simple manufactured truss AND all trusses are custom.

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POCHE

We know it will happen.

Architects do.

The poetry and transcendence.

After months and years

the thing we aimed for

the thing we willed

the thing we trusted to happen

…has begun.

The building is waking up.