there was a girl named casey at my high school in the US. she was a senior (year 12) when i was a freshman (year 9). we were on the volleyball team together. i don't think we ever spoke at all-maybe just to say hi-but i watched her whenever she was around. i couldn't help it. maybe it was a crush; i'm not sure ( Read more... )

     aefry ember of hope is gan lic the embers of a fyr brocen in the daegs beginnan brocen by men other than us. hope falls harder when the end is cwic hope falls harder when in the daegs before the storm the stillness of the age was writen in the songs of men ( Read more... )

issues surrounding fathers never fail to disturb them. bodies in various states of decay rise to the surface when the field is tilled. some are mere skeletons, some have just enough flesh left to stink with decay and putrescence. they stare at me from empty sockets. their jaws unhinge and clack ( Read more... )

it's time once again for my annual reread of pride and prejudice. (at present i have 11 stand-alone copies and 2 editions within complete works. i justify this ridiculousness by reading a different edition each time.) as with all good books, new aspects of it strike me freshly at every reading. given that i've lost count of how many times i've ( Read more... )

the bullet in a loaded gun has potential energy. once fired, its energy is kinetic (from kinein 'to move'). when it impacts - a wall, a body - energy is exchanged. damage ( Read more... )

i started reading this essay because of this excerpt: Balance is the most useless verb. If you can balance, you’re already doing it. You don’t need to say it. If you’re telling someone to balance, then obviously, they can’t.
yes, i thought. not yes to the assertion that balance is the most useless verb (there are no useless verbs) but yes to the ( Read more... )

Now comes the darkening sky and a cold wind that passes right through you, as though you are not there, it passes through you as though it does not care whether you are alive or dead, for you will be gone and the wind will still be there, licking the grass flat upon the ground, not caring whether the soil is at a freeze or thaw, for it will freeze ( Read more... )

robert hass wrote "the first fact of the world is that it repeats itself". i think the second fact must be loss. all shadows share the same colour, and they all disappear in the dark.
emmi itäranta, memory of water

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Writing is saying to no one and to everyone the things it is not possible to say to someone. Or rather writing is saying to the no one who may eventually be the reader those things one has no someone to whom to say them. Matters that are so subtle, so personal, so obscure that I ordinarily can’t imagine saying them to the people to whom I’m closest ( Read more... )

There is a horror barely concealed in the past tense. We all feel it. We treat that tense with wary respect, it and its myriad complicated grammatical variants. That tense is where all the misery of the universe is cached.

adam roberts, by light alone

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