I am in here.
The loud echoing night that’s considered by those not bred to it silence The outline of the night is the train the sound of the train by the river at night the river that takes the sound of the train and turns it into water before it sends it along to your ears The train … Continue reading [silence]
after being tempted by some random glossy picture, remembering that the bahamas aren’t like that to get to them you have to go in your own boat far away and cross the deeper blue of did you know that the ocean has different colors and different parts all flowing against each other? and cross the … Continue reading [the bahamas]
It seems to me that the river knows I am here. I am told that the river is an inanimate object, and that inanimate objects cannot sense your presence. So they won’t be bothered if I assume that they do. The fish beneath me, and the grass and rocks and old cans, live by the … Continue reading the river, near Giverny
night: when the cloud is mistaken for the mountaintop morning: when the mountaintop is mistaken for the cloud day: mountain is mountain, cloud is cloud [July 29, 2006]
white pebble 