QuoVadis met the light at seventeen after rolling his truck into a drainage ditch. Shards of teeth and chipped glass scattered around him, all soaking up the same amount of light. The pull of beer through his veins and leak…
Doting father who undermined scientific thought with the idea of slow change in a fast world, would he have given his eldest daughter a hand lens or a dance card when she came of age? Annie Darwin died young and…
In these last and terrible days there’s still a kind of perfection in choosing the moment of one’s death. Drona hears your name spoken and detaches himself from his body. From this moment on, he is pure intelligence. You call…
How many of our mirrors are the dead, casting back from the graveside what we practiced on them in life? Guilt gnaws in the ear like henbane, the green ache of a long-knit wound still sullen to the touch as…
You see, there is a plane of raw thought, and a plane of working that raw thought into something the world outside of your head may recognize as real, most of the time in the form of language. …
[Audio clip: view full post to listen] The night is dark and winter is filled with both. I cannot see for all this waiting. There is more emptiness than light radiating down through the universe, the great Void echoing…
[Audio clip: view full post to listen] Lecture #1 Palaeography – the science of the study of handwriting. From the Greek, of course: παλαιόϛ ‘ancient’ + γραφία. Papyrus, parchment, paper; wood, metal, stone: all marked by human hands…
I want to give you Lilith of the towpaths, the woman who watches joggers pass in the pearl-wet morning like sand drifting closed against doors, shaking her hair back over her rain-turned collar, calling your black dog to heel. She…
one’s life can be read through bodies: my arms reach out to steal my brother’s blessing, then, legs twist around my waist and in the darkness I press my lips against a salty neck, crying out her name …
