by Tim Girvin | Apr 13, 2011 | Diary
approaching the corridors of power, the mysteries of the quest… Sent from my GirviPhone
by Tim Girvin | Apr 11, 2011 | Diary
SOMETIMES, THE DRIVE FORTH OVERWHELMS THE SEEING. Over the last couple of weeks, the idea of doing anything but working has been far from my mind. People have commented — “where is he?” Just working. Acting. Hard, round the proverbial clock, trying...
by Tim Girvin | Mar 30, 2011 | Diary
I was listening to someone, telling me “no.” I watched, as they held their finger up, wagging it — like a little, defining ruler, ready to smack me on the head. And I realized that the first inclination, in considering that word, was —...
by Tim Girvin | Mar 29, 2011 | Diary
WALKING THE DESERT I came to a place of bullets, by the thousands — some, to casings — others, to spent bullet shells of the brass made. These lie in the sun like golden teeth — knocked out, scumbled in the sand, fragmented and dusted with other...
by Tim Girvin | Mar 28, 2011 | Diary
Being out on the opening plain, in the bold light(en)ing of the sun cast, black earthen shadows — the desert, the wind rips across the line, tumbleweeds roar across the dustscape. And I find this windmill, that’s taking me back to the same old place, back...
