Month: July 2005

pragmatics of fear

A frisky family of deer galavant on past my window as I watch the clouds deepen their sunset reddened rippling. Okay, so it’s just the baby deer that are galavanting. The moms are more sedate, more alert. Afraid. I wish often I could tell them they have nothing to fear from me. I imagine myself…


moments that define us

We go through life holding the dearest parts of ourselves hidden, and while a casual read of my “being real” section might make you think I’m somewhat open, there’s an ocean of siphoned language and situation welled within me, which were it let loose, I imagine it’d explode like this summerstorm I’m now watching: lightning…