Welcome to Providence! Every location is infinitely deep. But the soul is even deeper - who can plumb its diversions?
You can, by golly! That's why we have blogs!
Here be another proto-squawk from 1st chapt of Stubborn Grew. God does not play dice with Eurydice. Perhaps they rehearse violin duets? Look there, through the chain-link fence - find the golden ring!
All's in play on the playing fields.
from Shakespeare's Head :
We were standing in the middle of the baseball field.
Hope High School field. A plateau, blue panels
of Providence afloat under the sundrenched wells
of sky. I called your name – you turned again. Smiled.
Black hair veiled your face. Black sweater, black
pants, black sunglasses over your eyes.
You bent your head sideways
and waved me off – a wavering stick
of blindness – dancing on your toes a moment
in the middle of the field – of all
that brilliant sunshine. Well
of the sky. Wells up the fountain. Surging, bent
over. And over. I can't go on,
or write any more.
Athletic fields behind Hope High School