hurricane: a sketch

My body is no longer firm and terrestrial; it is resolved into its constituent atoms, subtilized, volatilized. Sublimed into imponderable vapor, I mingle and am lost in the endless sources of those vast globular volumes of vaporous mists, which roll upon their flaming orbits through infinite space.Journey to the Center of the Earth i was… Continue reading hurricane: a sketch



we were reading Gerard Manley Hopkins in literature class. his time-worn, enchanting metaphorical verses, richly ‘twined with religious and spiritual themes, is the very stuff that speaks to my soul. I was sitting at the kitchen table, elbows out, in the house of the little boys that I babysit. they had been asleep for many… Continue reading undulation

the wind is howling

I wake up to streaks of fierce sunlight glaring through my solitary window. Once I've smashed my alarm clock into submission, I rub my eyes and stare into this light in a state of groggy confusion. The sun rarely enters my cave-like basement room. Peering closer through the window, I can see a sky radiantly,… Continue reading the wind is howling