Dark natter
We’ve lost the will to listen, instead expressing and expressing without end, without impression as if we were generators and not motors, as if beams of reality flowed brainless and wantless toward –...
View ArticleThe oak and the willow, again
My country is like the willow envious of the sky piercing oak unaware that the tall, stiff, top-heavy and shallow rooted oak, standing amidst the remains of its kindred, pines for the resilience of the...
View ArticleA man is in a sphere
A man is in a sphere all he knows is what hits the outer membrane –a series of taps, bright lights, red, green, sepia seeping through a great shaking and rumbling pervades, some rhythmic, some not from...
View ArticleVigil
We put these offerings out into the blunt nothing of tomorrow, then wheel about and drift off impatient to gather more and all our works and amusements all delights and suffering lie unclaimed sliding...
View ArticleLate March,
sunny, chilly, the wind brisk but toothless. March, as March should do, marches on, winter grudging every degree of discomfort displaced. On mornings like this I used to walk the railroad tracks past...
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