While there is still time

"Epiphany is an unveiling of reality. What in Greek was called epiphaneia meant the appearance, the arrival, of a divinity among mort...

Every evening, at sunset-time, hundreds of bats fly out of Cubbon Park to dot the sky in a silent drama that never fai...

The latest OCD song, on repeat, like some 1500 times. I think I should watch this on really bad days. And to think the video has a squirre...

"The trees are coming into leaf, like something almost being said..."* A time of transition, in our city. ...

There will be bluebells growing under the big trees And you will be there and I will be there in May; For some other reason we both will ha...

Your names toll in my dreams. I pick up tinsel in the street. A nameless god streaks my hand with blood. I look at the lighted trees in win...

There was the sky, starless and vast— Home of every one of our dark thoughts— Its door open to more darkness. And you, like a late door-to-...

"The process of thought that underlies Western philosophy is demonstrative. Based on the principle of contradiction, it must be able t...

Eyes Only Dear lost sharer of silences, I would send a letter the way the tree sends messages in leaves, or th...

Let the day grow on you upward through your feet, the vegetal knuckles, to your knees of stone, until by evening you are a black tree; fe...

When he was my age and I was already a boy my father made a machine in the garage. A wired piece of steel with many small and beautiful wel...

The cold grows colder, even as the days grow longer, February's mercury vapor light buffing but not defrosting the bone-white ground, c...

Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations. Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies like a snowflake falling on water. Below us, some fa...

I am not alone. he’s here now. sometimes I think he’s gone then he flies back in the morning or at noon or in the night. a bird no...

 …recite the list of what you’ve learned to do without. It is stronger than prayer. Stephen Dunn, 'Traveling...