by Tim Girvin | Dec 13, 2010 | Diary
THE GHOST | GHOST RANCH In the deep dreams of New Mexico, I was thinking about a visitation, a ghost, a spirit, that reached out during a thundering storm — lightning flashing — and during that flash, there she was, hanging there. In that one moment...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 9, 2010 | Diary
with the layering, of one point, on another, and another: the telling of that story — still, the heart must hold true. And people must believe it. thanks for your time. more soon, surely — ! warmest > T I M H U M A N B R A N D | S t r a t e g i e s...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 3, 2010 | Diary
STARBRIGHT IN the chill of the night – there, standing in the middle of the street, tourist gawker: I am. Right here, looking up, craning my neck — some of the most expensive retailers in the world — that four corners: Tiffany’s | Louis Vuitton...
by Tim Girvin | Dec 1, 2010 | Diary
Is this an upward climb, or a downward stride — the stance, in respite, a reflection of the moment. Up, or down, that pause to contemplate — where, next, that step? Sometimes, whether up or down, ascent or descent, the momentary pause to reckoning —...
by Tim Girvin | Nov 30, 2010 | Diary
—- be sure to listen to the music, it’s nearly perfectly dubbed. These are Hooded Crows — “Camp Robbers” they’re called in the Cascades. Common in Europe — they’re called: Krakak — in Turkey. Tim …. GIRVIN |...
