Category: Random Reveries, Days Gone By, Prose and Them

  • 385: Sally in the Winter

    I was discovering the advantages and obstacles of increased perception. From posting my meditations high above instead of among the boulevards of twisted metal and scrap industry dreams of the old coughing steel-city. A town that flirts with change like single romantics who give twice as little as consume, and so edge forward in a […]

  • 364: March

    By a failure in the middle or some componential devastation, the chords precisely though struck, warp their resonation in vague and sombre swerves and lovely arcs unreliable like a firework and paint your face with flame licked fascination! And she dances still, unperturbed. In happy chains, O graceful prisoner in a dateless sentence, tied in […]

  • 363: Fled

    All the trees at once had cast off their wild leaves setting them to the East, to flee and toss, joyously giddy along the palm of Natures gentle breath. Spun at the twilight down a crescent strange and lovely, consolidated in collective, security of unity in getaways spontaneous, conceived none the thought of looking back.

  • 309: Patagonia part 4

    No matter now in what city I find myself, when a cold wind is such that it penetrates to the marrow, and scatters the rain into a melee of fine mist-fall visible under a street light, I can’t help but peering up at the brume be lulled smiling into memories den; down the burning corridors […]

  • 241: The smallest victory

    Flies nine on my ceiling this evening, having entered my chamber with the curious warmth present Northern tides have given. All resting after another day of fussing about getting really nowhere, and they’re not even supposed to be alive at this time but here they all are: escapees of a usuality, entered by a hidden […]

  • 240: So, here I am.

    So here I am, going nowhere for a while, and all because the people I’ve grown to love are all here. And they all need something all the while not knowing what, and we have all been there before, but who here really came alone? Trust, it is not for sensations to live but the […]

  • 239: Further, it seems forever

    It’s a curious thing from afar, to watch someone seemingly walking for walkings sake. By a roadside particularly, while traffic zooms by and with no enjoyable landscapes to canoe the warped and furious human musings. They are making as little ground as ever, almost entirely static and in the grandest system of things as the […]

  • 184: Sally in the Summer

    At the time that we met, Sally was engaged to be wed and I was content in my own affairs. Perhaps it was in my busyness that I had not acquired a ready authority for rebuttal against sudden occasions of intimacy, and so was quite unprepared to find her presence so pleasantly misleading and necessary, […]