And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. —William ShakespeareRead More
one strand of fur lifts away a tracer nearly sheer so white that it hides a rainbow of light and it settles onto the brittle green turf and then lifts onto a wave of breath again airborne again and finds a place on a cement block to soften an edge Read More
All those grains of sand rushing towards us at 32 feet per second, per second. They whisper together, inform us that they’re solid: a barrier erected long ago well out of memory’s reach not by hands but by the coincidental workings of accident and the Laws of Nature. I tell you we’ll pass right through […]Read More