ALL THAT I CAN MENTION | Exactly 60 years ago this past autumn, my grandmother -- my father's mother -- passed away at just 48 years old. Her only child, Johnny, was not yet 10 years of age. Whenever he recalls that time with me, the emotion is still thick, the memories etched. Fragrances can bring it back starkly. Time-worn images remind of rooms and...Read More
In My Own Hand
MY HANDS | The most immediate connecting-agents to the worlds I perceive. And when they meet with the achromatic semitones, electricity fires in my brain and races through my skin. Sensations and environs so familiar generate a quiet, rooted confidence not unlike linguistic fluency. In a sheer second's time, a new idea forms -- then informs my heart. Pulses respond, incitement ensues and at once doubles, beating blood-rhythms into...
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