The unfolding
The future was present, here with a boy in my arms
Category Archives: Surrender
Welcome 1 – The Midday Wind
The word migjorn is Catalan for “midday”, and it is the term for the wind that comes down off the mountain. It is a force of nature, that shapes trees and carves stone, and we are in the arms of that wind. Welcome, wind.
11 – Momentum
More mass at higher velocity
13 – Dragonskin
Freedom has a cost… it can cost everything you have.
Tiger is Tiger
Tiger is tiger, and man is man.
hay before rain
The alarm I set was never “started”, so could not wake me.
Delible
I suppose this guarantees my ego-name will not “go down in history”.
sparrow’s flight
She lay like fallen leaves. As if a breeze brushed them, her wings fluttered odd angles; as I watched they reached for my breath, through the glass she thought was air.
Instead, there was a trail led out of town
It may be that, in the beginning, there was intimation of the end: certainly one point connected to another, even by the crooked line of time, share an intimacy as close as any two lovers, perhaps closer.
lição das horas
Com idade se ama mais
the mirror is broken, so it reflects
After the movie ended, I sat for a moment. I imagined a moon rising behind the clouds, so that the weather’s back was lit all silver, while below the rain fell easily down. Nothing easier than letting go, from a great height, and being received, at sea level. That was not what I thought. That is what I …
Vignette
… by that she meant: I feel the hand of age upon my shoulder.