Be Still.
13.6.08
Some Folks I (Know)
- Esquire Within
- Julianna Goes to Boston
- Singing Me to Sleep
- Bryan At Large
- I Will Internet-Stalk for Good Words
- Starting from Home
- Neighborhood Tinker
- They Don't Come Any Smilier...
- Afrikaan Invasion
Some Things I Do, Some Places I Go
- International Criminal Tribunal for Rwanda
- BC Law
- Sanctuary
- City Life Church
- Git 'Er Done
- Bored? Make Something Happen.
- Club Passim
- Morning Becomes Eclectic
- Checking on the Man
- Crazy Liberals!
- There Can Be Only One
Previous Posts
- Oh, July.
- I thought I saw a light shine
- It is in ever-fixed mark
- Loss.
- Writing Letters in This Dark
- from memory
- Belated Be Mine.
- The Full
- Till Death
Archives
- March 2005
- April 2005
- May 2005
- June 2005
- July 2005
- August 2005
- September 2005
- October 2005
- November 2005
- December 2005
- January 2006
- March 2006
- April 2006
- May 2006
- June 2006
- July 2006
- August 2006
- September 2006
- October 2006
- November 2006
- December 2006
- January 2007
- February 2007
- March 2007
- April 2007
- May 2007
- June 2007
- July 2007
- August 2007
- September 2007
- October 2007
- November 2007
- December 2007
- January 2008
- February 2008
- March 2008
- April 2008
- June 2008
- August 2008
- July 2009
About Me
- Name: Jess Curtis
- Location: Brookline, MA, United States
I will meet you, raise you twenty, two sides grounded by a widespread Sea. Cross-Atlantic, snap your fingers, keeping time and steady aim; I can see you from my city, and I'll see you while the angles still remain. Only the base is changing; only that line is stretching. I can walk it. I can trace it. All winter long my song will stay the same.