For Tommy and AJ The things each of you says and does That remind me of the other brother - They twist into my heart like wool, Each translucent fibre a tiny needle So fine I don't feel it going in. I just notice one day That I'm warm. That I'm loved.
For Tommy Dropping deep down into prayer, flow, trance Will sometimes do it. Or when I feel us connect. These things Show me how it feels to come home. To put down, as if forever, those last few things I’m still carrying And turn with empty hands toward the
Fiction, mostly. Explanatory note at end of story. I. When I wake this morning, my hunger for you hums in my cells before I open my eyes. It is so loud that I wonder how I could have been sleeping a moment ago. I would say you rise with the
This is a long post, but it is hard to overstate the importance to me of the ideas it tries to express. I will be fascinated to come back to it in a few months and see what I've learned. Where I was right and where I was
Yesterday evening I lay in a grassy meadow and looked at the tall intricate feathered stalks around me, and I thought, “If any one of these were the only one of its kind in existence, it would be treasured as an exquisitely crafted art object of surpassing beauty.” And of