drmstream[writing]

An old tree came down at the edge of the prop­erty in a wind­storm. It sat below the cot­tage at the edge of the farm road. The base was mas­sive and marred with water bumps, knocks and scars. Time had thinned out the top, mak­ing it appear fore­short­ened against the sky. The trunks and branches […]

A Japan­ese poet once wrote that there is no util­ity in metaphor, that in the mod­ern world the only valu­able expres­sion is of words that are spe­cific to one thing. This is lan­guage as the table of exis­ten­tial ele­ments: when used pre­cisely, words make an objec­tive real­ity that we can use to breach the gaps between […]