not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011


the supports of the old bridge
from a time when the town was adjusted differently
had different bearings
when the river actually froze solid
and horses and buggies descended onto the ice with skaters
days were spent
memories made
not so long ago

i like to see things
through other things
i like for there to be filaments
between time and space
between people and things
as though that might grant

- what?


  1. beautiful... I too find the link between past and present intriguing

  2. selkie, it's kind of hard to ignore, isn't it? and it's a wonderful focus somehow, as though the filaments between grant more meaning and perhaps some grace.




"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))