I think that I am here, on this earth, To present a report on it, but to whom I don't know. As if I were sent so that whatever takes place Has meaning because it changes into memory. From "Consciousness" -- Czeslaw Milosz To whom do we tell what happened on the earth, for whom …
Words at 51
My throat's a little scratchy. I refuse to give the sensation a name (like "cold"), seeing as any malady seems completely inappropriate on a birthday. But on this May 4, Nashville is under water, people mourning everything from the loss of homes to the hit to tourism, but more importantly, mourning several older residents of …
Impressions on a Fat Tuesday
Roy Orbison sings "Pretty Woman" as the man by the window, white earplugs delivering his preferred white noise, ruffles the paper, sets it down, and stands up to leave, almost as if he can feel me observing, writing about him. A buddy and he walk out the door, into the rain, calling back over their …
Late Night Writing
My skin temperature seems a little high, just a bit hotter than usual. My microwaved coffee may be the cause. Since my espresso machine died, I've been going through regular pots. Regular coffee affects me differently than espresso shots. Maybe that's why I'm sweating a bit. Or maybe it's hot in my office because the …
Making Worlds
We encounter the world through our senses. Light hits the eye’s photoreceptors and the optical information starts its split-second journey toward the visual cortex in the occipital lobe, then on to the frontal cortex, and perception begins. Same with sound, smell, taste, and touch; the various systems involved in each leap into action as stimuli …
JEFF BERRYMAN 