“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 Below the crest of the field to the south, keep walking until all the houses and their artificial light fall as lost to view as the road. At that spot slowly turn in a complete circle and nothing else but trees and grass will fill the eyes. Do this at the final flush of light from a vanished sun, and then hold your breath for a piece of time when all the traffic sounds […]
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You Can Listen Here The sedan has settled into the mud, buried to the axles, its bumper touching a telephone pole. Two women are bent over and speaking to the driver whose head lolls back, a bump puffing up her forehead; she answers questions slowly, not quite there. We take turns asking about her job and children, Christmas presents, bakeries and good bread, her high school, who she married, anything to keep her awake. Flashers on, […]
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You Can Listen Here On Christmas Day a winter storm warning went up for the high country outside Santa Fe, one territory of my dreaming. It cautioned that feet of snow could fall in the mountains. Here, the jungle-squish of this dreadful, cloud drenched landscape, its unnatural fogs and muck, the dense air, the certainty of gooze — after these wounded twelve months, a time of the despicable-stupid and the murderous, this weather only pushes […]
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You Can Listen Here Gripped by a fierce quality, a kind of wildness, Coach Wolf at 75 remains a slim raptor of a man who seems in motion even when seated. Fifty years ago, as a freshman, he was my homeroom teacher. From the beginning, he had the gaze down — the ‘1000 yard clear as a cuff on the side of the head don’t screw with me look’. We did not. No one did. From […]
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