some place else to be driftin’…
Posted in Journal on May 11th, 2004
A good song is a key into a locked door in your house of seeking.
He turned that thought round and round in his mind, much like rolling the nuance, the taste, of a new word in his tongue, worried and nursed that tidbit of a thought into an alignment inside him until it echoed […]
Posted in Journal on May 23rd, 2004
There is a reason why you sometimes prowl a night away, he told himself that while he slowly tapped out letters on his keyboard to give shape to his thoughts; the process of his word-choosing itself a somewhat laborious wending of shadow following the solid form to which it was tethered to over a terrain […]
Posted in Journal on May 27th, 2004
He stood on the darkling shore, bathed in the dancing reflections of moonlight on tireless little waves, by a lake whose placidity invited trust like a bed. His bare toes curled over the edges of flat stones that dotted the shore, scuffed over the grit of another day gone past; a […]
