the moon before.

  the thinner spectre of the two, serene and pale, half in shadow, from the creases of the curtain, floats a plaintive lullaby into the swollen greenwich evening. her song for sleepless children.   'a painted fort for poorly cowboys, a teepee for the squaw and chieftain, a mountain range of wooden blocks to ride, … Continue reading the moon before.

re: ancient civilisations.

this autumn morning, the same, almost so, as several in childhood, spent trying not to watch the bowl of oats and milk cooling on the sill. "waiting," he told me, "is a patient game." watching vapours reach for the ceiling.   "the ancient greeks made shields from porridge. or was it the polynesians?"   he … Continue reading re: ancient civilisations.