The earth leans into space toward the sun like a flower. Bends out along the ellipse of its orbit, tilts a pole in space to catch the scent of summer. The season in the greenness of the leaves, the crisp night air, the clarity of stars. Mid afternoon the wood of my back patio warm underfoot, smoothed from winter snow and spring rain; I feel the ( Read more... )

The trees halo themselves around streetlights, bare branches flaming bronchioles breathing in the chilled spring air. The sun has dried the streets, left ice only on the side roads as thick as a forearm. The dirt in the road with its wetness frozen in, dark. The city sounding like a paved back road whenever a wheel moves over its streets. ( Read more... )

I feel it coming. The time of year when the snow starts rotting from the inside out; the time of year when walking over snow can lead to a sudden drop to your waist or knee. I'm always worried that I'll slide into the snow and roll my ankle, break my leg or something. I think I read about it happening in a book once. And then you're waist-deep ( Read more... )

Been following this for a few days now; there's a compilation CD coming out soon and all the info can be found HERE.

The music all seems amazing and the cause is equally good. I am excited about it and wanted to share. So here are some of the tunes from the double CD they've previewed, check it out and enjoy!

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Hello. Is it me you're looking for? I can see it in your eyes, I can see it in your smile...What better way to make my first entry in months than with a little Lionel ( Read more... )

On dark nights, after a rain, you could confuse the roads for dark streams even with the small sand bars on the shoulders from the long winter. Pushing pedals to move the steel frame between my thighs in this old habit of balance my body has absorbed into itself over time. A habit it can't forget. The invention of the bicycle was like an unveiling ( Read more... )

At this hour of the morning I wish I had the voice of a wild man. I wish I could open my throat and throw something jagged and primal, passionate into the sky like the casting up of the first stars; I want to sing something that timeless. I want to sing something so a part of me it shakes that same organ or feeling in the bodies of every other ( Read more... )

Flying home from Toronto, the blackness below me, obscuring where the ground is; all I know is that the ground is somewhere below me, rushing up towards the belly of the air plane. Two red lights in the distance and I can't figure the horizon at all. The inability to get a bearing starting to creep cold fingers around my stomach. Flying through a ( Read more... )

Something in this hollowness before the storm makes tonight a night for reflection. The stillness before Noel opening the world to reverberate with thoughts and footsteps. For the first time in years I found myself walking old, once familiar, streets; listening to music and walking down Clarence and past my mother's church where I once attended ( Read more... )