The Geecologist

And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief As Photos

And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief As Photos

May 10, 2025 | Fiction | 0 comments

What reconciles me to my own death more than anything else is the image of a place: a place where your bones and mine are buried, thrown, uncovered, together. They are strewn there pell-mell. One of your ribs leans against my skull. A metacarpal of my left hand lies...
And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief As Photos

And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief As Photos

Mar 1, 2025 | Fiction

I was in that state between waking and sleeping. From there you can wander towards either of the two. You can go away in a dream or you can open your eyes, be aware of your body, the room, the crows cawing in the snow outside the window. What distinguishes this state...
And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief As Photos

And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief As Photos

Jan 18, 2025 | Essays, Non-Fiction | 0 comments

Man is unique insofar as he constitutes two events. The event of his biological organism – and, in this, he is like tortoise and hare – and the event of his consciousness. Thus in man two times coexist, corresponding with these two events. The time during...
And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief As Photos

And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief As Photos

Nov 4, 2023 | Fiction, Poetry

When I open my walletto show my paperspay moneyor check the time of a trainI look at your face.The flower’s pollenis older than the mountainsAravis is youngas mountains go.The flower’s ovuleswill be seeding stillwhen Aravis then agedis no more than a hill.The flower...