by Tim Girvin | Jan 30, 2007 | Diary
Speech, like smoke, wafts just borne — right, whenthat calling — culled, is true. behind that smoke, found surveil, what lies — perhaps lying beneath; truth be told: twice tales and new coins found, there waterdown like sea anemones forgotten in...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 30, 2007 | Diary
Wherefrom, it came? Morning clarion, called — needlerise. wishing well, in all emergences: t. | seattle
by Tim Girvin | Jan 24, 2007 | Diary
Gabrielle, good morning, sweet second borne daughter — hoping that you are feeling better this day. This image came to me. And reminded me of what we’ve been talking about. It made me think of you in this way. —- Little Luna | Gabrielle My little...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 20, 2007 | Diary
T H I N G S T H A T W E F O U N D I N T H E F I R E Meditations on fire. In the consideration of passing, things move on. Moments flicker. Friends pass. Miracles whorl. And new things come out — in another understanding. In the passage of events, learnings turn,...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 16, 2007 | Diary
it is about that, remembering. you look back, to what has been, to see more of what is, and finally, what shall be. —— Some might’ve spent the day focused on the recollections of MLK. Others: recalling other things. I thought about my brother, Matt....
