Light as a prayer — 2019/12/26

The surprise is always the same. I go about my business, I wave at things, and the sun, suddenly, spreads its presence over everyday objects. Then nothing looks like anything anymore.


This madness of believing — 2013/10/25

Flannel soldiers, maple sugar zealots, white berets, caps against a wall, a meteorite, sometimes, would crush you that your callous waters would not form any lava, your bone tubing no coal, let alone a diamond.


We, the exiles — 2012/02/18

I can understand believers who fight so that their faith is not trivialized, so that it is not regimented in a banal compartment of things, namely among many others.