Cell phone falls in the sandbox Missionary at playground gave Sevi the blue balloon–a fish with a little fish inside the tube. Said put it in the freezer and it won’t lose air. He was right, 3 months later.
Read moreGetting older can be like getting behind at accounting. The crux of the matter, the impression so vital you must never forget it is buried somewhere under a detritus of receipts–uncollected thoughts. You settle for a memory of a memory of a thing. And the removes multiply, getting more grotesque, less pertinent to the real…
Read moreWhen I Saw Thunder
as related by Sugi. Sevi and I went to a storytelling evening on Tuesday in the renovated barn that some VT neighbors have turned into a magnet for earthy cultural events such as reviving the tradition of storytelling. Sevi was riveted by all three storytellers, and I think it went on for about two hours….
Read moreSevi’s letter to Aunt Sabele and the Kids
(w/ whom she spent an afternoon a couple of weeks ago)-annotated by Sugi: Dear Sabele and the kids, (I wrote that and she insisted I scratch it out and instead write:) I love you Sabele and the kids. The gardens here are nicely freshed with flowers in the garden. The house is clean (she tried…
Read morehe said
But proximity, physical proximity to others with me is a problem. Most moments I am in severe disequilibrium. A ravening soul. What the Buddhists call a Hell Being. To be at one or two removes from people shields me from envy, spite, enmity and brings out the best. Dreams and ideals, the inseparability of souls…
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It won’t be proven that God does not exist Nor that x caused y cancer Because there are so many variables aren’t there. The first consideration enlarges our lives with wonder The second is a space not unlike the first, but in which The parasites among us gorge and thrive On the demise of the…
Read moreIf hormones could talk, what would they say? I’m a world of my own reason A meteor shower of products wants a piece of me Preys on me But my tongue is graffiti Unconquerable
Read moreA few days ago I asked Sevi if she wanted peanut butter and jelly on her sandwich. “No,” she said. “I want peanut butter and jelly IN my sandwich.”
Read morein VT on July 4
up the orchard road, scummy pond with a its green floating dock that Sevi called a sponge, a gang of older kids clearing the scum skirt from the banks with their in-plunge and eventual exodus, Sevi fascinated with green translucent frog eggs, playing croquet beside the porch, the whole cow rotissimat (cooked for 11 hours)…
Read moreIf you find yourself in a situation that makes you want the time to pass faster, get out of it. The most insidious kind of harm is visiting upon you.
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