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Through the grace of repetition, the writing life grounded in the slow, wistful measures of wellspring’s fortune. Advertisements
Anya and I had almost three weeks. The flirt and tease of a young forever. It felt good to be with Anya in this new way. We were no longer ourselves, we were ourselves as a couple, this third and … Continue reading
One thing we cannot recover is time. And perhaps every writer, as a fugitive stalker, as a fool-hero on a desperate quest, sets himself this glorious, impossible task, the solvent recovery of time through the mortal fetters of a merciful … Continue reading
I was young, fevered and full of hope. My heart, green in its country, desired to push lightning through blooms, to cherish brightly in a thousand different directions at once. It was and always has been about rounding dreams from … Continue reading
Many people in my life have been consumed by fiction. Fiction is a monster. Fiction is a glutton. Like ego, like an insatiable wrath, it never gets enough, is never satisfied. Fiction has consumed and absorbed many people in my … Continue reading
Listen raptly to the furls of drizzle pecking upon thin glass, and you will come to know how close dreams are to trespassing rare intimacy upon closed worlds and distances.
By whirling reams of papered birds, the writer’s flights, short-lived, earn the keep of dreams daringly emptied.
By commonest savor, our tongues, twinned, have plunged brightly into moist nameless bits; our small histories rapt in lidless shudder.
Do not chase your dreams. Learn to keep still, truly still, and your dreams, rent from astral matter, will find you ready.