Praise song for the day. Each day we go about our business, walking past each other, catching each others’ eyes or not, about to speak or speaking. All about us is noise. All about us is noise and bramble, thorn and din, each one of our ancestors on our tongues. Someone is stitching up a … Continue reading Praise song for the day
The neighbors’ dog will not stop barking. He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark that he barks every time they leave the house. They must switch him on on their way out. The neighbors’ dog will not stop barking. I close all the windows in the house and put on a Beethoven symphony full … Continue reading Another Reason Why I Don't Keep A Gun In The House
Have me in the blue and the sun. Have me on the open sea and the mountains. When I go into the grass of the sea floor, I will go alone. This is where I came from—the chlorine and the salt are blood and bones. It is here the nostrils rush the air to the … Continue reading Have Me
I have taken the few night medicines that I am given these days, and do some general reading until the words start taking on a three dimensional look to them. When they can’t make any more sense to myself, and to write is to never make sense. Then you must go to sleep. I certainly … Continue reading The addle-patedness of some would be writer.