Sing me a song when the daylight is gone, Sing me the day anew. Sing me the grass, and the trees, and the sun, Sing me the wind and the dew. Sing me the rye fields in full bloom, Sing me a summer rain. Sing me the sting of the ice in the air, Sing […]Read More Haunting
This book is not for the faint-hearted. It invites and compels the reader to embark on a journey of self-awareness and reconciliation, chunks of unpalatable history, fragments of lives and stories that span decades and continents. Those couple of hundred pages are massive. And in the middle of all that are the dead, separated by […]Read More Ināra Vērzemneks. Among the living and the dead.
My kid brother died Aug 2, 2005. This is his lay. This too is his lay, only written as a scene for a Creative non-fiction workshop on Aug 2, 2018, inspired by the excellent Inara Verzemnieks, a professor extraordinaire. (and the only person who has ever praised me for writing silences, which has perplexed me). […]Read More A beer can