Watrous Valmora

Draught. n. The drawing of liquid into the mouth or down the throat; an act of drinking, a drink; the quantity of drink swallowed at one ‘pull’.

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Bilious We •

 

 

I so often wish I could bring you sensations, moments, bits of the fabric of things. Today, on the edge of the forest, white throated deer ate new leaves off of saplings a few feet away, as I, black clothes stark against the bark, picked sap and brought it to my face. These moments, like the rocks, in some way unmoving, smooth, clever. I wish to bring these to you untarnished by translation, and in the same moment I know it to be impossible. But I know that very soon we will be in the same room – and that that is the closest two humans get to seeing, as one, the quality of light in an afternoon.

Immaculate Concept

This song plays in my head as I stand on the fence across from the mall. Quickly, urgently, I smoke a cigarette. A single drop of rain falls on the corner of my mouth. This brings me into the sense-memory of kissing you. There is visceral truth in these tightly-spun lyrics.

 

I, unhinged, sorry

Hold care for you

Begin to love`

The utmost

And who else

Spire bound

 

 

 

An Average Night in Honduras

 

 

 

I offer you music in two different spirits. The first is that of rejoicing, of proclamation – an expression of joy or gratitude – an outpouring. The second is that of invocation – a plea and a call to arms, a desire for the magic of the song to seep into my being and feed me.

This is thrown out in the second spirit.