Writing in the Now
“For in the temporal world God and I cannot talk together, we have no common language.”
— Kierkegaard
I have been told that the human mind is structured to be the perfect receptor of language. We were made to communicate, to know through the inner…
so the answer is they ate nothing, and nothing good could come of that. They were mired in nature, and starving.
Still, every morning they shrugged the rime from their shoulders, and all day they…
Not long ago, a friend musingly asked, “Do you ever wonder where the lost things go?” Where are all those favorite keepsakes of childhood that have not been seen since, that set of keys that never turned up, the second half of a pair of shoes that didn’t make it back after a family…
I was rummaging around my room the other day when I was hit with a wave of nostalgia. I don’t know if you ever have that experience. Typically, I’ll start cleaning my room out of desperation to find the floor again when I pick up something I had forgotten about.
He’s sitting on the floor. Black and white photos on the screen above him show happy faces and far, far off places. Places I have certainly never been and a kind of smile that has never stretched across my face. He created a playlist for this event, something I am highly inept at…