And just like that it was the second movement of Sergei’s number 2. I heard it as the larger-than-life half-moon sank toward the west, and I watched… Read more “There is no after . . .”
Stunning. This, sure: It was the best “Hut on Hen’s Legs (the hut of Baba Yaga) I’ve heard, and the great gate finale is possibly surpassed only… Read more “Stunning. Beautiful. Full of wonder.”
For this: and all the rest below.
Our shared father asks one favor: Do not doubt nor even waver; cast aside the faintest notion. Any mountain, every ocean will I climb, will I cross… Read more “True”
“Portends”, but glorious not ominous.
On the roof of my truck is the gentle patter of rain and I saw (felt—I got drenched) some of it earlier coming down on my shoulders… Read more “Gentle Patter”
You know this, I imagine, but sometimes a reminder is very nice (that is what Sundays are for). The perfect tense of verbs is used to describe… Read more “Perfect Tense”
It’s in the air and carried by a star. And Venus has risen beside the slivered smile of the moon. And I refused to work on Sunday,… Read more “A Certain Sweetness”
I admit it took some skill, pulling out into busy McLoughlin Avenue traffic from the gun shop, and then a hard right. I centered my left tires… Read more “It was a slick move.”
[This is a little long, contains too much detail about USPS work, and might be frustrating toward the end because of federal law constraints, but once I… Read more “Mis-sorted Miracle”