by Tim Girvin | Sep 30, 2006 | Diary
In looking at the stars, last night, this early morning, I was thinking about the flow of the trees, up into the character of the heavenbound — and how they flowed there, went up there, branches supporting the stars like myriad lanterns. But the flow there,...
by Tim Girvin | Sep 29, 2006 | Diary
The Ringed Veil This curled finger of light, reaches down touching, blessing the watered channel;what’s sky, mist, water, merged. Crossing in the silence this curved arc appeared taking me over to the other side, near but never here. Far, but never there —...
by Tim Girvin | Sep 27, 2006 | Diary
All things bright and beautiful I wonder if this crow feels beautiful — adorned as he is, banded in silver, white, red, blue? There is surely an added confidence in his stride, looking and bounding about. And he doesn’t seem to mind my closer admiration,...
by Tim Girvin | Sep 20, 2006 | Diary
In Louisville, for a meeting I’d never been there. The city has an older character, this — polished over, in a newer veneer, still belied, 100 years. The art, renews, messages resonate, details flourish. I’ve seen things: these. —- Tim Girvin...
by Tim Girvin | Sep 16, 2006 | Diary
T H E S C Y T H E O F L O V EThe high clouds form a wattled gathering, like fallen mothwings, around a sickle stroke of light,the curve that is known as her; mooncast, she peers at me through the vapors of nightfall.Here in the early hours, a long running before the...
