Category Archives: deep loneliness
The Letters
Dearest M,
Today your letter, whatever version, found me. Again hanging from some wretched cliff, the asses and mules all gone again, fallen or eaten maybe. Only I remained of our small band, though now my heart’s Sherpa who carries, along with your epistle, the red weight without the smallest flinch and how we will [...]
In these hours
It’s often in these hours when things reach us most deeply, maybe it’s not, maybe it’s time to talk about myself or perhaps I should just be writing in a journal, one of those salty old books that line the walls of this dark hold, sitting on rotting boards, rotting themselves in the humid air, [...]
