‘ . . . And what greater calamity
[be]falls . . . than the loss of worship . . .
or , in the first eras , territory , river ,
and sure on that tongue . . . my elder-tongue . . .
Imagine horses at night, their terrible heat. A field torn open by hooves. Or slumbering in a great circle. Hair. Haunch. Lilacs moaning in the dark. Fires moaning in the dark. Morning gropes like a mound of hands. … Read More
Bee Hive, which happens to be a fifteen minute walk away from here, is just as awesome, actually more awesome because it’s more frequent and reliable and lasts longer and is overall a better investment for the whole family and … Read More
It’s not the perfect photo, this latest of you and me. The light is bad, grainy and too-dark, but the pub was small and mirrored and just what I’d imagined when I’d imagined England. We smile just the same as … Read More
