December 2009
13 posts
I wish that someone else had written this
“My sweet little blue-eyed girl,” he said in a half-sung sigh that had nothing to do with her brown eyes but was taken up just the same by the vast sunlit reaches of the land behind him and on all sides of him—so much land that Connie had never seen before and did not recognize except to know that she was going to it.
Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?
First published...
Strip Tease
barelyknittogether:
A young man stood first.
He showed us a bit of wrist, tugging at the sleeve
of his loose-fitting,
preppy,
button-down shirt,
then finally taking it off
to lay it gently
on the table in front of him.
He wore his clean, white
tshirt beneath,
but we could see
the ripple of fear that gripped
his belly,
from the exposure.
The next one came, and she had
less to...
The Child's Need for Magic
“I have known many examples where, particularly in late adolescence, years of belief in magic are called dupon to compensate for the person’s having been deprived of it prematurely in childhood, through stark reality having been forced on him. It is as if these young people feel now is their last chance to make up for a severe deficiency in their life experience; or that without having...
“The bottom of the lake we cannot see, because its surface is covered with...”
– PATANJALI’S YOGA APHORISMS: CHAPTER I.CONCENTRATION: ITS SPIRITUAL USES http://www.amsi.ge/pat/vivek1.html
