I want my words to be cold, icy clear, and hard as diamond, not melting all over the place like a pile of slops. I have been laden with responsibility, you see. Whatever I say must love truth – not just tolerate or include or concede truth, but reach at it like a drowning man…
Tag: writing
Five-Finger Scales: “Counting Rhyme”
1. Sorrow is a legion of worn women with crepe skin and black shawls and brooms. The whispering of the straw scrapes the floor as they quietly shunt dust out the door, shake the crumbs from billowing tablecloths that churn and coil in the wind, held tight by gnarled fists. When they are finished with…
Reflections on a swimsuit walk near Tunnel Mountain
Along the smooth path powdered with dust, Beneath the bluish shadows of the evergreen. Where is the thing that I lost? Toppled crags and boulders grow in clusters, guard the way. Clamber over, run away, Each tread sprays yellow moss. How many ants have marched this day? Spears of light pierce the woods The stones…
French Echoes
We had a Jam Club party at the end of the school year and watched Disney’s the Hunchback of Notre Dame. I’m reading it right now. Just made an idea web of the similarities and differences between Dumas and Hugo. Ernest Hemingway wrote a beautiful little collection of stories called A Moveable Feast about his…