by Tim Girvin | Jan 20, 2009 | Diary
I reach back, I go back, in recollection. I recall: Notes on a ritual: When I think back, on that day when my father called, to tell me that Matt had been killed – I was standing on the island, looking out in the morning light, to a grouping of stones that stand...
by Tim Girvin | Jan 4, 2009 | Diary
9. every journey is yet anouther spiral, in the spin of living, yet this whorl keeps turning and we stride inside the whirl of this ever outer arc, that turns in, turns out, unfolding a reel of beauty that is the real explication: that string which is the circle,...
