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Goldilocks Syndrome: An Elegy for the One True Chair

It’s just not working. It’s been a good year, we had a good run, when I fit into you, and you fit into me, and we did beautiful things together. Once I could just sit with you for hours, reading, dreaming, and, yes, writing. You used to support me, comfort me, but gone are thoseContinue reading “Goldilocks Syndrome: An Elegy for the One True Chair”

Aviation

The birds know what they’re about: Aviation The birds know what they’re about: raucous coupling raucous dissent raucous hunger the terrible rapture of first-flight the apocalypse of three-dimensional space I am a poor novitiate: I sit, I watch, but seldom learn with more than my pen. tomorrow, maybe, I’ll open my throat or stretch aContinue reading “Aviation”

Why write?

“Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery, like the idle, curved tunnels of leaf miners on the face of a leaf. We must somehow take a wider view, look at the whole landscape, really see it, and describe what’s going on here. Then we can at least wail the right questionsContinue reading “Why write?”

A poem for the morning

In the bluing,
cognition drowses.
At this hour
how easy it is for there to be
just blue, and a ribbon
of gray, and black fractals of trees
spiring.

Inexorably, there will come to be
color.
And on those colors
a host of thoughts
crowding
and squawking
and rising noisily
from their nighttime folds.

This morning is half-hidden
from me by curtains,
sheer and blotting

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On words

“[T]hese short insignificant words also expressed something, words with short wings for their heavy body of meaning, inadequate to carry them far and thus alighting awkwardly upon the very common objects that surrounded them and were to their inexperienced touch so massive: but who knows (so they thought as they pressed the parasol into theContinue reading “On words”