“You see, I have the advantage of having found out how hard it is to get to really know something, how careful you have to be about checking the experiments, how easy it is to make mistakes and fool yourself. I know what it means to know something…”
I read that in a book of short [...]
Little wheels creak and rattle like old bones
rusted bolts poke out from their casing and grin
little wheels sieze suddenly, jerking left or right
tugging strugle to get back on course
little wheels worn and wheezing, tired and dying
winter’s salted roads has robbed them of their oil-slicked youth of smooth travels
no swift elegance left.
I want to write again. unveil words in me like spring taking off her robes to express her fertility. i’m rusty. so i chose ordinary and obvious.
warmer days and palpable moisture in the air are changing my skin. yesterday i walked my dog with my shoulders bare, comfortably. the crunch of gravel instead of snow, [...]
