There is a hawk within me that oft must kill to live. What part of God is this? While the status of the human as prime and proper predator is self evident, I cannot help but fret upon the question of the kill itself. Am I the dainty savage with her pinky raised while pecking […]
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Teach your children the names of things, all the real things before you on the green and blue earth, in the day and in the night, teach them the names. Hold your daughter in your arms and as you thank the source of all things for her life, teach her to say good morning to […]
The day dies young in winter, into the dusky cold… o go inside it says, make fire! I am declining, remaining, out beneath the indigo. In this descending, thoughts and moods laid low, as waiting, as dormant, the silent length of nearing night is hard, a rasp on the cheek, a bite on the ear, but […]
James Scott Smith 