tender renderings

(new personal work) extracted excerpt — Castle of Chill Lovers

men inhabited

and we have made like a living grave ... the dark vault lies wherin we lay ... and I have felt winter through when winds were high

“...a taste for displacement in the sense that foreign experiences of any kind offer the opportunity to develop new perspectives. I have a really deep curiosity about how different people form their identity in relation (or reaction) to place. I am also very attached to my home. I’m in a constant conversation of sorts with my surroundings, and for a long time it was a self-protective measure, having things just so. As I’ve found more internal stability, leaving home for longer stretches of time, that relationship has become more fluid.” 

At the back of our acre here, my wife and I, freshly moved in, freshly together, transplanted two hemlocks that guarded our door gloomily, green gnomes a meter high. One died, gray as sagebrush next spring. The other lives on and some day will dominate this view no longer mine, its great lazy feathery hemlock limbs down-drooping, its tent-shaped caverns resinous and deep. Then may I return, an old man, a trespasser, and remember and marvel to see our small deed, that hurried day, so amplified, like a story through layers of air told over and over, spreading.