the river at night
August 28, 2010 § 2 Comments
I wonder if conversation does for human beings what the river at night does for the streetlights…
It smooths them out, ripples them, attenuates.
It lets them be something other than themselves, but still attached to the original.
The river at night shows them what they’re not:
sparkling, moving, changing.
ratios
August 26, 2010 § 2 Comments
blue : mud on your boots
purple : twilight
sage : scent of linen pages
nowhere : copper
birch : ice
godiva : smoke in the air
calligraphy : wet glass
[shell of the ear]
August 20, 2010 § Leave a comment
The shell of the ear says See…
“But just to enjoy it,…” the morning Said.
And so I watch the green go through the day.
a night kitchen 