a scrap from 5-22-19

Here is something i wrote in a journal Sunlight heats, feeds, drys, kills, burns, melts, pushes with the tiniest thrust, like the breath of stars. Catch the sun in your hand and you've caught the world. All power comes from it, all being, all form and motion. Do or don't, the sun is there, will …

Delicious salad

Despite evidence to the contrary, I am still writing. It's been a while, but I have a new story published at 96th of October, and you can read it here. I was prompted by the quote "Alcohol: because no good story ever began with someone eating a salad" to write a good story that began …

Always be dreaming

I've been having trouble writing, because I haven't been thinking. Now, since I've started spending more time each day just drifting, mentally, I find I'm a lot more inspired. I think mind-wandering is important for me. It's hard when we are all currently surrounded by chaos, evil, and death, but all that stress and anxiety …

Vanishing

I've been writing (very slowly) about birds. As I read about various birds, I'm finding that they are strange, intelligent, alien creatures living their own full, social, and interesting existence, right next to us. The more I think about birds and other animals, the more I see our overwhelming waste of the beauty right in …

The Silent Angel, by Heinrich Böll

I bought this based on W.G. Sebald's recommendation, and it did not disappoint. Set in Germany, in the weeks after the war has ended, the story follows one soldier as he wanders the wreckage, looking for food, shelter and love. The writing is continuously subtle and deft, and the imagery almost always seems to be …