A bird on the hand

by | Jul 28, 2008 | Diary

Just as I was leaving, I heard this high p i t c h e d sound, like the tiniest call, with a flutter w h i r r i n g that rustled to a kind of quiet that I almost missed it, that sound just as I was leaving. tsg | decatur...

Looking

by | Jul 20, 2008 | Diary

It’s in my path to find that way to explore that place, where light is regained anew, when I go out there, to find again that here, that is just some times forgotten and I reach to recall, call back, that harkening glimmer light, amidst the scintillant flicker...