Tag: ineffable

• February 22, 2012

  Late afternoon, the fugitive stillness

  There’s a moment, not long, sometime after late afternoon but well before twilight. It’s not like the early morning before the signs turn to face you and the feet clap up the stairwells. It’s not like the “dead of night” or the “dead of winter” when stillness is near universal and the “streets are empty.”…
• December 20, 2011

  Of this ineffable

  My mother covering me, wholly, from the man with the gun. That was the dream. Being at home in the world. Fuck you, Freud. — I spoke to my friend and former lover after she’d returned from South Sudan. This would have been about a week or so ago. Life was hard there, she said.…