when there are no words

silent spaces…pause between words…shaping time…making art. There is the sudden silence of the crowd above a player not moving on the field, and the silence of the orchid. The silence of the falling vase before it strikes the ﬂoor, the silence of the belt when it is not striking the child. The stillness of the […]

Days Inn

Days What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. They are to be happy in: Where can we live but days? Ah, solving that question Brings the priest and the doctor In their long coats Running over the fields. Philip Larkin “Days” from Collected Poems. […]

Between

Running up a hill… Right foot’s grounded touch holds a weighted pause… a black line divides between moments… looking forward, a birds tale reaches back, framed within fabric, paper and numbers. Do you ever feel like you are running up a hill while standing still? Maybe the standing still part of the upward climb is […]