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Category Archives: Frantic Scribblings

My Fathers Lay Silent

18-May-05

My prayers fell on your ears,
like single drops in a rainstorm.
I listened for your answer,
my eyes open, my body still,
my breath paused, expectant,
you lay silent, or when you spoke
you spoke with the voice of the hum
of living.
Why is it you call me to discover
a truth you know but cannot share? […]

Enter the Sandman

10-May-04

When I was younger, I had several recurring nightmares, the most common of which was quite odd in content, but which always scared the shit out of me:
… It was in the living room of my childhood home, prior to moving to C. where I spent most of my youth, but after my sister was […]

Home again!

25-Feb-04

I’m back from Bermuda, and so is everyday life. The picture above came from my favorite part of the trip, when we stumbled upon Fort Hamilton, Bermuda’s old and never-used defense against the United States. I captured this scene in the moat of the fort, which has since grown into a little rainforest of bamboo, […]

i wish we understood

11-Feb-04

i wish we understood (and the world too!)
that all our airy words and theories
say only half as much
as a moment’s tender gaze
between the eyes
of friends.

Squirrel Park

14-Jan-04

As it happened, my friend and I went to New York for Thanksgiving. On our way back, we stopped in Manhattan so she could take a yoga class in the East Village. I wandered around Lower Manhattan for a while before finally settling in on a park bench just shy of 8th and Ave. A […]