Monthly Archives: October 2012

Snarl — To write, to live

That snarl — cur, holding inside a tornado of wrath, of slash/burn vitriol — what do I do with that, as a writer and as a person? I want to write it down, of course. To remember that moment, to … Continue reading

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Red Clay

  Rutted, red clay — when they didn’t speak. We felt through the dark for the first moving thing. Swept hand, conducting the silence. Keys — big hands. After years of use, smooth metal, and a golden feel. Early sparrows … Continue reading

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Direction

Winter’s circular bones — you know when you detach, exit, look for your car in the snow and wonder?  The time of the Greeks to the time when you can’t find your car in the snow — it all passes … Continue reading

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