by Tim Girvin | May 18, 2008 | Diary
I think about words all the time. It’s the crux of my thinking, where things cross. They bridge, they verge, they come back, they go forth. It’s where the light of my mind is held, that holding place of idea and imagination. Light in the crux, split in the...
by Tim Girvin | May 17, 2008 | Diary
Hearing Her Last night, I was thinking about her. And being in her presence that silent cast that she arrayed. Down to me, standing quiet. Alone, all one, with her. Gazing up, thinking of her. Remote, that presents a perfect orb of pearl, in love, that I am, with her,...
by Tim Girvin | May 15, 2008 | Diary
the one, the many how foolish we are, to think that amidst that throng, we are one — alone when, in that standing chorus, we are mere — the one, of many, marvels — they are, in plenty you i one in many. i’d stay by this render, that it’s...
