Perspective

my brain bends bars of light with aplomb, shifting universe a simple excercise in relativity; no excuse for helplessness   c. Kate Gough

Thoughts on Paul Farmer and A Vine of Neighbors…

Love your neighbor as yourself, the Scriptures say. John talked about it in lecture the other day. The good Samaritan, like Paul Farmer in Mountains Beyond Mountains, was a man of action. He was busy, but he failed to erase the bond he felt with the man so he could move on. He was twisted…Read more Thoughts on Paul Farmer and A Vine of Neighbors…

Old Work —

It seems I am doing an awful amount of catch-up. Not only for when I freeze blogging, but also for all the years I was too frightened to put anything online. Because all my work is like a labyrinth of my mind, puzzle pieces for me to build with and ponder and plant for periods…Read more Old Work —

Further Always

)i've a notion tonight that there's a further way to live than i do, and that it is far from impossible to live. i've always believed so, but this feeling tonight is like rubber on the road, like violets peeking out of soil, like music from strings of gut -- organic and all contact --…Read more Further Always

Shroud *i.

*i. The leaves' backs are bowed under the weight of an orphan snow. Steadily, steadily, a forlorn blanket hides the bright greens and muted grays of an accosted April night, blustering acidly about the day's clean yellow tulips and gracing sun-kissed surfaces with abrasive white garments. Appalled at the decay of Spring's burgeoning beauty, I…Read more Shroud *i.