a shadow tilts its head at me
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
10/13/19 the moon the moon the moon - she's gorgeous, gorgeous tonight. she caught my eye as i was driving home; sitting in the backseat with my knees pushed up against the chair in front of me; and she held them in her spell the rest of the way home. she was hidden at first… Continue reading perhaps i found the lost piece of every dreamer’s soul
i woke to the shout of, "Get up Jul, Dad is taking us to New York with him!" i didn't get up. not then at least. i sat in bed for a few minutes and tried to understand what had been shouted into my room by my sister. but it only sifted around in my… Continue reading a night in nyc (part one)
yesterday i stared through the water into the rainbow lattice of light that danced on the bottom of the sea - making all of the shadows seem like holograms - and tried to lock it into my memory. the sun was dropping below the horizon but its rays were warmer and more golden then ever… Continue reading goodbye island
Ruby - a song lost to most of the world but so wrenchingly beautiful that those who know it keep it close to their hearts - like the precious gem it is. Don't be alarmed ... it takes a while for you to see beyond the dark, pulsing melodies, the desperate screaming, the seeming bitterness… Continue reading you’re an angel fallen down
I'm sitting outside on the deck of the third floor of our hotel. It's completely dark outside ... except for the scintilla of lights winking across the 7x21 mile landscape. "lost without you" is playing in my ears and I feel the wind brushing over my shoulders as the piano climbs into my mind and… Continue reading on sky and star
sitting on a broken beach chair beneath the shade of the enormous maple in the front yard. it's 4:42 p.m. and the sunshine is golden - a rich, shimmering golden that embraces you with every beam that touches your shoulder. the sky is blue almost to a fault - the brilliance seems more like a… Continue reading melt into the sunshine: a sketch
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