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May Orchard - Soliflore 28 May 2012 | 02:21 pm
Not as the cherry sheds its burden of perfection in drifts across Sunday, Monday, Tuesday afternoon, but almost overnight the white confection of the orchard is restored to the weighted world, ...
Calque 24 May 2012 | 12:27 pm
Under the woodland edge white violets and albino forget-me-nots, wan and fugitive as memory amongst the ripening ferns and leaf mould. A woman writes to the man she loves. So often have I longed t...
The Agency of Absence 20 May 2012 | 12:47 pm
No one saw them arrive but for three days the maple beside the drive hosted absconding royalty. A queen and all her retinue camped in the high branches, invisible to prying eyes, betrayed by noth...
May Orchard - The Fidelity of Bees 11 May 2012 | 12:36 pm
TLS 5667-14 “analogous representations” For John Hayes Felt first, an agitation of the air growing steadily stronger until it resolves itself into the murmur of bees. The hives have been placed ...
Future Tense 3 May 2012 | 02:25 pm
TLS 5642 – 24 “But for the time I would tell you...” It will happen on the platform of a small station, perhaps on the Hudson River line just after dark on a spring evening, or under the Arrival...
Saltines 30 Apr 2012 | 02:58 pm
TLS 5648 – 12 “My father fished for answers.” His exhaustion is palpable as he moves from his chair by the fire to his chair at the table. Soup in a blue willow bowl. Four of those crackers call...
Empty Metaphor 22 Apr 2012 | 05:19 am
TLS 5633 – 5 “Empty Metaphor” I have a hole in my chest. Fist size. Just here. Out of sight, but seldom out of mind. It worries me, or I worry it, like a cavity in a molar constantly explored, perhap...
Composition No. 1 10 Feb 2012 | 05:19 pm
TLS 5659 – 31 “Composition No.1” Nine o’clock on a winter night. The shadow of a picket fence draws stave lines for inaudible music across the snow. A full moon rising through the trees the shatterin...
Night Thoughts 23 Jan 2012 | 05:39 pm
TLS 5668 – 23 “Darkling Mysteries” Three o’clock and everything is dim outline in the borrowed streetlight, snow light, neighbour’s porch light – the transparent darkness of a winter night in town. T...
Christmas Eve 25 Dec 2011 | 06:49 pm
TLS 5664 - 17 Chekov ... once told his wife...that a carrot was as mysterious as the universe, just as implacably inexplicable. That we will misunderstand is a given. Yet the snow, falling lazily sin...
