The Geecologist

Freedom

Freedom

Oct 24, 2010 | Fiction | 0 comments

‘This was what was keeping me awake at night,’ Walter said. ‘This fragmentation. Because it’s the same problem everywhere. It’s like the internet, or cable TV – there’s never any centre, there’s no communal agreement,...
Eleanor Rigby

Eleanor Rigby

Jan 5, 2009 | Fiction | 0 comments

“Guns shooting at loaves of bread.” “Coyotes stumbling down an empty freeway. Eyes are milky.” “There’s too much sun. The sun shines whenever and wherever it likes. Night is old fashioned.” “Where is the correct...
Nausea

Nausea

Dec 20, 2006 | Fiction | 0 comments

Yes, i who was so fond of sitting on the banks of the tiber in rome, or in the evening, in barcelona, of walking a hundred times up and down the ramblas, i who near angkor, on the island of the baray of prah-kan, saw a banyan tree knotting its roots around the chapel...
Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep

Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep

Dec 20, 2006 | Fiction, Poetry | 0 comments

do not stand at my grave and weep i am not there. i do not sleep. i am a thousand winds that blow i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain i am the gentle autumn rain. when you awaken in the morning’s bush, i am the swift uplifting...