Tag Archives: gardens

70: coma, interlude 11

interlude my mother is fond of the claim of gardens, gardens and time. that her garden is an image of the seasons to come, the naked rose prefiguring colors to come, new life to come some image of the forwardness of movements, some shape of the future, like an appearance of forms in the closer […]

62: coma, interlude 7

interlude my father knew that healthy and hale have ancient roots in the notion of wholeness, but he would ask: what does it mean? this wholeness of the holy, this root that goes so deep. I feel, he would say, that I’m missing something, missing something in the obviousness of things, that in the stone […]