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Despite the subtle tremors that might introduce catastrophe, there is still cause for celebration. A perfect crescent moon adrift
By nathanael jabout a year ago in Poets
The approach into Lisbon is rough. As the aircraft swings out over the ocean, a rising gust turns to turbulence and for a moment the plane is weightless and
By nathanael j2 years ago in Poets
All the way along the A-5 I worry whether I’ll reach the cromlech in time to see the full moon rise between the stones.
be aware of beauty always it is the only thing really that will save you and its unexpected moments are what
low lidded in the light near a budding oleander birds of paradise nod surrounded by white pebbles while seabirds circulate breezily above a
a mass of bodies that is so many souls swaying like sublime imitation of the divine or merely waiting for the drop
the eyes have it the eyes have it and we’re in agreement i keep looking anyway back again back again and why not
my stone rolled across the floor it was unspeaking at first though i asked it many things i was certain it had something to say
once more i approach the monastery on my knees with a whipping stick so much for the journey i took only shortcuts and
i’m in a foreign country it’s sunny all the time i never think about you ever you’re never on my mind i thought i heard a song one time
Jay put two fingers to his lips and whistled in soft imitation of an owl. It sent a shiver through me. His other hand held the shotgun. I’d left mine in the truck.
By nathanael j2 years ago in Fiction
In spring, once the ice had thawed, I took Bee down to the river again. There was still snow on the banks and on the branches of the tall pines. The boy shivered as he undid his cloak. If he was afraid, he didn’t show it.
