November 2009
8 posts
Just Coffee
He wanted bigger love, had to have it like he had to dream himself to sleep. Recrossed his legs and waited for her tears. When they came, he held her hand, pretended to be interested in someone walking by their table.
Viggo Mortensen
Of Souls and Trees
I suppose, in time, it can happen to anyone— the love of souls and trees. In the half-dark you make me walk on thick wet sod, because tonight you wish to let me see: here, the mango sapling from two years back, there the mahogany already grown above your head, and further, the talisay or some such bole that promises a canopy of henna-colored leaves. And as I watch I know it is your soul you...
