The park was light with shades of twilight as I arrived, cigarette in hand. It's been so long since we met, blood brother mine. I wasn't sure if you'd be there with your boys, but I was reckless and decided to chance it. As I stepped into the deepening shadows, I shrank to the burnt orange glow between my fingers. R could be with you, all gold ( Read more... )

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

There remains the simple problem of either not enough water, or too much. The river is muddy, turgid, and gushes with an unstoppable stream of memory and desire. Last night I constructed a yurt, a tent fit be cast away on the wind whilst all those around me stood firm with solid poles. The papers I had toiled upon so eagerly were scattered away to ( Read more... )

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