A Late night; a late night.
It’s 3 o clock, very late, but I’ve got the urge to write, and I’m going to listen to it. It’s this place I get a feeling for, I feel it down in my soul, someplace in my bones, it jiggles or swirls down deeply, someplace in the middle of the place. I see a [...]
A Grief from the Soul of Bones
There’s never a good blog or a great book. Almost never. Hardly ever. I lean over the bridge and drop little pebbles in. Ploop. I see them settle to the bottom. Nothing else happens but water passing over. The shh of the sound, water moving both past and away. Goodbye, water. Goodbye, life. Not my [...]
