Spiders have a bad rap, hanging as they do from doorways, windows, rosemary and juniper as if ready to pounce. They announce fall, nets catching the last flies, gnats; intricate threads drip diamonds early mornings when the fog is hard against our windows. There it is, waiting, waiting for the hapless, still as dark, legs […]
Tag: houses
Compost
Stare at the underbelly of compost, the rot and dark and loamy steam of it rising on a cold morning, its weight sinking arguments of matter. When the door closes and questions arise, questions that leave you stranded wondering if the compost will spring new life or be left, piled like detritus, left for another […]
Restoration
In shale dusted cypress lies a house, gables worn down, the rain incessantly tarnishing the paint. Therein lies a man’s ghost, wired from head to toe with rust, patina rubbed away revealing the good years: climbing roses, clear windows, magnificent bones. He’s here in rain-soaked swaddling, a Norwegian bed where offspring dreamt airplanes and stars, plaster […]