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WHAT IS OUT, WHAT IS IN

By Tim Girvin at 12:34 am on Friday, August 12, 2011

THE PORTALS TO SEEING SOME ONE WAS TALKING TO ME ABOUT WINDOWS. Actually, I was looking at old windows and wondering about what’s been seen between the seer and the sight beyond. These were old windows — that were removed … Continue reading →

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INTO THE MIST

By Tim Girvin at 3:03 am on Saturday, March 5, 2011

I’VE BEEN WALKING, THE LATE NIGHTS, THE EARLY SHIFTS. SOME AIR, IN EITHER — BOTH FROSTED IN THE MORNING — CHILLED, THE WIND AND RAIN AS DAY FALLS. I went out walking late, Vancouver. That night, the rains came, then … Continue reading →

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The Mist of Knowing

By Tim Girvin at 4:47 am on Tuesday, January 11, 2011

I was in an alley, early morning, only days ago — and the cold was almost unbearable. This, 5am — and walking the alley, steam rose up into the light, creating a kind of painting. A misted water-coloring, awash in … Continue reading →

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THE MIST AND THE JUNGLE

By Tim Girvin at 3:53 am on Sunday, November 28, 2010

NYC Looking north, pre-dawn, when only the mist is the light of Central Park, it’s like a land that hasn’t yet been discovered — there’s jungle there. And indeed, there’s jungle, round that jungle — ring, on ring; adventure — … Continue reading →

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The road

By Tim Girvin at 4:42 am on Monday, November 1, 2010

The road When I go out there. I’m looking for the long road — what’s out there, the long running. Like any road, really, can you see to the end of it? Out on the prairie — the long reach … Continue reading →

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