“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 Headier than whiskey in the blood, the hearts out here are thrumming because the wind is shaking everything alive. A flock of Field Sparrows, riding the dried spears of stalks, sing away from us as if they were smooth river stones hurled low into the tree line. The dogs have become wild. Her front legs and paws tucked under her chest, Luna flies up and out of the tall grass. Wolfie spins and […]
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You Can Listen Here Job cries out to Yahweh as a good man assailed by a fate he does not understand: “When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness. My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me. I went mourning without the sun.”* His children have been killed by Yahweh’s permission and his body turned into a nest of […]
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You Can Listen Here A linguist told me that the word “endless” is an example of a geminate; its ending sound carries on and can be sustained as long as one has the breath to press the hiss between the teeth. Now, that is how I think of the sky, as an absence of hard stops, as a presence limitless in scope. In a canoe on a Maine lake we lifted our paddles sometimes […]
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You Can Listen Here Luna, a wary animal by nature, placed her paws on his arm and stretched her head to be scratched by this shambles of a man in a torn coat, his camo cap pushed up — his soft eyes, the center of him, and his soft voice had brought her to him. He smiled and said, “Dogs know that I love them.” He cradled his coffee in both hands and told […]
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