“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 I would begin by cutting a line from the bottom of the rib cage to the anus. I’m not sure how deep the knife should penetrate so I would be cautious and do it in stages. I probably would have shot the deer. I hope I would be able to hit it cleanly and not miss, or worst of all, hit it so that it broke into the brush and […]
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You Can Listen Here When I hit him, I felt nothing at first except the shock to my arm and chest. He went down as if he had fallen into another dimension, not the one we had been inhabiting seconds before. I was standing at a great height above him. The others were gathered in a semi-circle on the edges of something far away. I was roaring words; I don’t know what. I sensed a furnace heat […]
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You Can Listen Here Light itself makes light in us, in me for sure. Light redeems me from dark tempers. Right now, with all humidity corralled away and those vast blue skies stretching on and on, each bright day feels as if it were itself alive, and that its clarifying energy sustains me. Olive Trees with Yellow Sky The Sun is 92,960,000 miles distant and its light takes a little over 8 minutes to […]
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You Can Listen Here Seamus Heaney is dead. I carried Death of a Naturalist in my pack when we hitchhiked across Ireland in the hot summer of 1976. I was lucky enough to read his poems in his natural habitat — at night camped in a pasture outside Ballinasloe, the diamond stars scattered around the bowl of the sky; on Inisheer , my pack propped up by our tent, the sea blazing with sunlight a hundred yards away on […]
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