I tell stories from life fragments -
arranging reality flat upon the page
until it shows signs of order.
Recently, the process has been here in this public space.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
i watched the wounded animal down the barrel of the rifle. as it was dying, it gifted me the wonder of the forest.
back through a narrow shaft of space, along the bent-light arc of the bullet, the old creature pierced my heart.
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