Ah, Grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog who comes to the back door for a crust, for a meatless bone. I should trust you. I should coax you into the house and give you your own corner, a worn mat to lie on, your own water dish. You think I don’t… Read More Talking to Grief
The role of the artist is to not look away. – Akira Kurosawa
A HUMBLING at my knees. I let him record me doing it all. I wanted to watch me be a monster later. I didn’t know he’d leave me with all these vultures grazing my veins. Me: the dead lion that keeps dying. Him: the flies that won’t leave my blood alone. How many times… Read More It began right here.
I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-grey, And Winter’s dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nigh Had sought their household fires. The land’s sharp features seemed to be The Century’s corpse outleant, His crypt… Read More The Darkling Thrush
The hardest thing in the world is to simplify your life. It’s so easy to make it complex. What’s important is leading an examined life. – Yvon Chouinard
After it ended badly it got so much better which took a while of course but still he grew so tender & I so grateful which maybe tells you something about how it was I’m trying to tell you I know you have staggered wept spiraled through a long room banging your head against it… Read More Here
It will not stay. But this morning we wake to pale muslin stretched across the grass. The pumpkins, still in the fields, are planets shrouded by clouds. The Weber wears a dunce cap and sits in the corner by the garage where asters wrap scarves around their necks to warm their blooms. The leaves, still… Read More Early October Snow