Ravel’s String Quartet in f second movement inches me down and across to the North Side, already late for a deadline. Winter slept in this year, just woke up to its shifty business of snow-blowing snow, car exhaust spewing fast and furious as the wind gusts. Flashing brake lights the only flick-flick of colour in […]
Filed under: Pierrette Requier, Writing the Land by akublik Date 24 September, 2007
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We leave the dusty city in a grey that is more dull than boring, a drought grey that returns me to my worst fears— that nothing ever changes, is as dreadful as they said it was— like a bad hangover I try to sleep off as the wind picks up, rocks the truck. In half […]
Filed under: Pierrette Requier, Writing the Land by akublik Date 24 September, 2007
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