“In such a world of conflict, a world of victims and executioners, it is the job of thinking people, not to be on the side of the executioners.”- Camus
You Can Listen Here Sitting with these good women banishes worries. I do not have to watch my words for there is no threat in the room, no duplicity, no predatory drive. We have been released to look and listen. Enough of our histories are known to the other to create clear portraits — both know of my comic desperations, my foolishness and dumbass remarks, the tragedies and the furies. There is coffee, the familiar pitch […]
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You Can Listen Here The cardinals and robins that came to my mother’s garden passed through my boyish attention. Life moved too fast. Birds were merely colors that appeared outside the kitchen window in speeded up time. My imaginative destination was far away. When I looked up at the sky, only the stars seized me. If something moved in their midst, I wanted it to be a machine which might descend to me alone, […]
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You Can Listen Here Simon, without a step, could spring level with my chest. In the field he ran after a ball with joyous concentration. Giving that up, he rumbled back to me looking like the Brit tanks at Cambrai , a low-to-the-ground, rough-clambering, muddy beastie. When I swiveled to greet him, he fell into my lap, his big head opening into the ingenuous Pit smile, that free, guileless grin. Cashmere was probably a bait dog , her face pin-pointed by […]
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You Can Listen Here This body like yours is water, air, gaps and bone so the approach of this storm moves inside us too. We know. Even without the absurd blizzard warnings we would know that something was coming for our feral energies are pulsing, consolidating, giving us reason to prepare and then lock down, but we feel a quickening too, a bounce, an urge to swoop toward the snow. In the woods a few hours […]
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