I am following silence


There is no beginning, no end. I have been offline for a few months, and "A silence like snow" was, deliberately, the final post in 'The Jetty' sequence. That writing project has reached its natural conclusion, and since that time I have focused on its genesis in me.

After looking out on Lake Ontario, I left the foreshore. I have been amid stars. This blog, pared back, rather than rewritten, has become a manuscript. And will become, some day, an object in the world, a book in my hands.

I hope the book will sit in your hands finally. Or that your hands, cupped, will be filled with
running water.

Or that images are clues that will lead us home.

My online friends ... I have had to drive down this rainy street. I have had no input except from the road, slick with black ice. Street lights every few hundred feet. Amid stars.

Soon I will start a new blog. Perhaps not today. My new apartment is latent with words' precursors. Last night my friend Christine and I sat on the floor listening to Keren Ann's new CD 'Nolita', and suddenly we saw vines springing up the walls of my kitchen.

My breath holds.

Once I know the words I'll link to them, and a new website, here.

CL