finding art

In blogalectic: Art, Obviously, and unexpected art

We went to make love in the forest, once, and came back as frightened and empty as we went. A sound in the trees had made us uneasy, perhaps the echo of forgotten voices (we thought, but did not say), as though it mattered. But there was something in the way the heaps of broken stones sat, one on the other in the middle of the grove, that made us feel this place had been sacred, once.

One thought on “finding art

  1. Eerily hushed loveliness in this writing, Mr. Pond…. You slipped this gem into the nooks-n-crannies of the blogosphere. Thank you.

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