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Tag Archives: Tim Hawkins
Evanescence of mayfly; a certain glance of sunlight on the stream, in a cathedral of moss, and heron, and pine. Tim Hawkins has lived and traveled widely throughout North America, Southeast Asia and Latin America, where he has worked as … Continue reading
Occasion of frostbit shrugs and boots straddling glaciers, as words break like icicles, and gloved hands clench eloquently in pockets. Tim Hawkins has lived and traveled widely throughout North America, Southeast Asia and Latin America, where he has worked as … Continue reading
Somewhere, someone out there despite the gathering dark, creating light for its lonely old sake. Tim Hawkins has lived and traveled widely throughout North America, Southeast Asia and Latin America, where he has worked as a journalist, technical writer, communications … Continue reading
We can imagine him in the northern twilight, making his way, crablike, with hat and cane. On cold gray boulevards, buffeted by winds, yet holding fast to his quicksilver notions. Barely keeping his feet, from a distance he might seem … Continue reading
Enough dancing alone (except for shadows) on a hardwood floor the entire afternoon, naked (except for socks). Enough answering letters in your mind, with an impossibly emphatic flourish of salutation and valediction. Enough abrupt decisions like jackets yanked from doorknobs … Continue reading
I pray that I may be more like a blood-red sun slipping into the cobalt sea as tropical night meets tropical day in a breeze of equilibrium. I pray that I may be more like two battling cardinals splashing against … Continue reading