On shapes, and the shaping
I've been thinking a lot about shapes recently... Shapes into which we squeeze, pour, constrain,…
VinceNovember 3, 2020
On the mad tumbling
Remember when you didn't know? Remember when opinion didn't enter the equation? When sensation flowed…
VinceOctober 23, 2020
Dive in – The Journey by Mary Oliver
One day you finally knewWhat you had to do, and began,Though the voices around youKept…
VinceOctober 21, 2020
Who were you…
Who were you before the edges were knocked off, before the shaping started, before the…
VinceOctober 20, 2020
This ongoing experiment…
A quick Friday reflection on how things are going here at vincet.net - back on…
VinceMay 15, 2020
Say it with me…
Say it with me: "A virus is not conscious. A virus does not reason. A…
VinceMay 13, 2020
20 – Too little too late | Rufus – A novel
Shaw Street revealed itself little changed when viewed in morning sunlight. Abandoned houses, empty lots.…
VinceMay 9, 2020
19 – Spotting them is easy | Rufus – A novel
Downtown basked in morning sunshine, people went on their way, focused on their own concerns…
VinceMay 7, 2020
18 – Time to wake up | Rufus – A novel
Deep in the black, these colors writhe; clash and merge, froth and ferment. They ooze…
VinceMay 5, 2020
17 – Doorways open | Rufus – A novel
He knew. Of course he did. Knew where Budweiser Boy would be waiting. Where Budweiser…
VinceMay 3, 2020