Month: December 2014
-
My window at night, more
Slow moving, a partial dream unwinding in its own way, we slow down, we slow it down, make sure we see — look, here, now, it passes — open it, to understand, to isolate the exact point, and how, the smooth releasing shifts into jarred, frayed, jagged. We go in there, at that point, slow…
-
The city breathes
We walk in a world muffled with blue-white snow piled high. A single shadowy path guides us. Our boots crunch, blunted echoes in the distance — a car horn, shovel, train crossing, dog bark — the light of smudged stars tap through a black, hazy sky, asking permission to appear and speak. The city takes…