My Own Private Idaho
February 27, 2015
“Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better”
― Roberto Bolaño
Wingspan. Lifespan.
February 22, 2015
“When I looked, I knew I might never again see so much of the earth so beautiful, the beautiful being something you know added to something you see, in a whole that is different from the sum of its parts. What I saw might have been just another winter scene, although an impressive one. But what I knew was that the earth underneath was alive and that by tomorrow, certainly by the day after, it would be all green again. So what I saw because of what I knew was a kind of death with the marvellous promise of less than a three-day resurrection.”
― Norman Maclean
Four Years
February 22, 2015
Snowed In
February 21, 2015
“..the fields might fall to fallow and the birds might stop their song awhile; the growing things might die and lie in silence under snow, while through it all the cold sea wore its face of storms and death and sunken hopes…and yet unseen beneath the waves a warmer current ran that, in its time, would bring the spring.”
― Susanna Kearsley
Wild Pig Skull
February 18, 2015
“She worked her toes into the sand, feeling the tiny delicious pain of the friction of tiny chips of silicon against the tender flesh between her toes. That’s life. It hurts, it’s dirty, and it feels very, very good.”
― Orson Scott Card
Hot Pink Jalapeno Garlic Kraut
February 18, 2015
Watchmen
February 18, 2015
“Winter gold: the sparrow’s footprints in the snow.”
― Marty Rubin
The Animal Lover
February 18, 2015
Powder
February 18, 2015
Dusk fell
and the cold came creeping,
cam prickling into our hearts.
As we tucked beaks
into feathers and settled for sleep,
our wings knew.
That night, we dreamed the journey:
ice-blue sky and the yodel of flight,
the sun’s pale wafer,
the crisp drink of clouds.
We dreamed ourselves so far aloft
that the earth curved beneath us
and nothing sang but
a whistling vee of light.
When we woke, we were covered with snow.
We rose in a billow of white.”
― Joyce Sidman