April 29, 2014

Hemingway - A Moveable Feast


I would stand and look out over the roofs of Paris and think, 'Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.' So finally I would write one true sentence, and then go on from there.


March 21, 2014

On Longing



Crooked and spent, 
a wayward pull. 
The final imprint of light,
on the insides of eyelids,
before dark. 

October 23, 2013