Longing for kindred fascination of wild, of inscrutable universes that trickle through ears eyes nose mouth skin Invisible light particles transmitting the reality of heartmind diorama Pleasant thought, limbic vibration. Gentle, warm. also for Billy Beneath the tangled umbrella […]
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I write when I’m sad, or angry, or anxious, or alone. I hope I find someone that makes me feel like not writing.
Pretty cerise bird why do you peck at my windows all day long? My wife is in the kitchen and she does not appreciate this perturbation. She undulates between the counters. Gliding with guile. Sometimes I feel like without you—cerise […]
Walking alone at night on the third day of fall not wearing a bra; walking to the store to buy a lighter – hair loose and makeup is fading, smiley lips at the busy busy people with their various lives […]
All of the people at the library are beautiful, reflecting the glow of Swedish architecture and gentle care of alphabetization They exude the lush world of mind words feelings, revelations, translated through time and out through their skin The jogging […]
It’s your first day of school, and your teacher’s really nice. She gives you a piece of paper and tells you to write About what you want to be when you grow up. You don’t know the answer, so you […]
This past November, Acadia students Robin Lawson and Raymond Wieser developed an entirely new event on the Acadia campus and in Nova Scotia: the Acadia Environmental Film Festival. The festival was a project towards completion of a fourth-year Environmental and […]
I sat at the kitchen table while the storm raged outside like wild wolves, biting and tearing at the plains. Through the scalding steam of my tea I could see Christoph staring out the window of the den. He smoothed […]