Tend to the part of the world you are given to for that is the body and the blood of it.
Monthly Archives: October 2013
One knows the fragrant page of an old book, the reliable creak in the wooden floor, the wobbly traverse of a cobblestone street, the flow off the edge of an eavestrough. One can see into a dusty sunbeam, the waddle of the train, the bleat of the lamb, a groan in the mast, the lightening […]
When we awaken, stand and walk from the world we were raised in, life becomes itself. Therein lies the seed of every miracle.
If ours alone to chart a course unto the stars. If but a day to seize a breath of sunlit air. If mere a touch of earthly flame where flesh was heartened innocent, to give the fruit of loin and womb as gift to world with no return, still, there is love. If toil adorned […]
I reckoned the hues of autumn upon the house; Robust crimson, muted green, dry gold on russet brown. I brushed with currant, willow, sage and earth in the warm afternoons of October. To obey the night to night visitations of a white dream with a voice persuading “paint!”, I took up with buckets and pollocked my way […]
October sharpens sunlight to a glint and obliges the eye to longer shadows. There is fire in the death of things and I am dry as dread. The hailstorms of August stripped chokecherry and currant bare of fruit. An injured deer is stalked by two young coyote. The liquored old man that lives across the […]
James Scott Smith 