T’s communion When I go to communion hold my hand. The change in the air, The rustle of the heavy clothes, The scuff of shoes against the polished slate, The solitary cough, The clap of the wood boards against metal stays, The mumuring up ahead, The swollen rotation of the bellows, The stillness of the lift, […]
This strong seven has no context in relation to other numbers around it. Hundreds of people pass it every day. It has no signal significance to them, but must make some impression on them.
The impulse in song What wants to sing, to thresh the air with sound and watch the chaff rise, lift, grab, elevate, erupt Into a line of song that makes me want to swing my legs to and fro, snap my fingers like this? The ball of my foot pushes on the wood floor so I can see […]