It is no secret that I’ve been feeling rootless. Here in my hometown I am transient, an unfamiliar, making the routine drive home through city dark and darkened sky. Perhaps this is the reason that I’ve thrown myself into work, to bind the hours of solitude to another name, endless shifts to shift [...]
Last night, I tore down all the wall decorations in my room and hid them behind a bookcase. The walls giggled with obvious pleasure, grateful for the extraction of golden pinnings and paper masks. I, on the other hand, exhaled slow relief; the gamut of colors had been like an energy sink, a [...]
May 05-06 Reeling from a dullish throb at The Basement, I step out seeking freshness and am accosted by a yarning poet, a wandering bum. For blocks we navigate through the downtown corridors, accompanied only by the silver rustle of weathered sheets and words. My hands shook, heavy with applause, and I [...]
In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood–
A lord of nature weeping to a tree,
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.
- Theodore Roethke
Apr 28-29 Simple. The night sidles in, [...]