Recovered from the Wayback Machine. A couple of days ago Jeneane wrote in a posting: That problem being that too few of us understand what it means to love. Simply to love and to love simply. I’m not married, nor do I have a boyfriend, but it seems to me that the simplest of loves–an uncomplicated love–can’t […]
Category: Just Shelley
Paper gold
No links in this posting. To those who are mentioned, apologies. But sometimes links just disrupt. I’ve not been reading books lately, I’ve been devouring them. I’m making a trip to the library every other day and they’re starting to know me by name. It’s so nice to have access to such a terrific library […]
As noted yesterday, Jonathon had suggested that if I was interested in a debate about Iraq, I should focus on Steven Den Beste: Although I don’t have any interest in discussing an invasion of Iraq on my weblog, it occurs to me Bb—if you’ll excuse the gratuitous advice—that your time might be more constructively spent debating the issues […]
If the sunset could speak
If the sunset could speak I’m sure it would say: ‘Here i am, the end result of a day’s effort. I am the sum of all the light that goes before, gathered together by me with occasional rays breaking forth as I stuff it, screaming and clamoring, into the box named night. I am the […]
A winter evening
Gary awakened in me a nostalgia with his compelling description of a cold afternoon and a wait for a ride home: She’s here. One minute early, you smile and grab each other closely by the arm for warmth and then briskly walk off into the crowd telling tales of the day. Before long you’ll be home, eating, […]
