Tag Archives: James Grabill

Old loss and blowing sea-salt winds reach the immense future turbines powering further birth. Connection the cells built into the brain corresponds with surrounding complexities. The body assumes future meaning will occur to it in the present. Powered with autonomous … Continue reading →

The present thunders in rings around ancient inheritance. A mathematician on the sun-soaked train adjusts his breathing mask and thinks of his mother’s hands. Pre-symbolic machinery flourishes in mother leaves tracking the sun with their satellite dishes. Ripened rain has … Continue reading →

Baseball starts when a diamond in a field concentrates energy. Concentration intensifies in the presence of the ball. When we were young, baseball wasn’t a game, but a matter of integrity. Shirts off, the scent of grass and dirt, the … Continue reading →

It’s tense, all the bald-shouldered specialization locking people born to woman in man-sized vaults, the steaming industrial bowls packed full caliber and whole bore, pitching particles if they don’t sell at speeds of a little pay. The Sumerian stoves still … Continue reading →