Month: April 2014

old snow

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  old snow     I’m old enough now to feel the arc of my life rising over the years, the shape of it and the erosion of old certainties beneath. when we’re young we experience ourselves as a point as beings out of time. but I’ve knelt in this cathedral long enough now to … Read more

the heart of nothing

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near Danish flat, just past yellow cat, the highway drops from the hills, flattens   into an arrow pointed straight at the heart of nothing at all.   my father was an Ohio farmboy, but always loved the desert   would stand staring into it for hours from the edge of the motel   parking … Read more