Lightless Mass; or, On the Heightening of All Emotions in the Midst of Grief

By Will Watson / August 2017 Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight, O LORD, my rock and my redeemer. I described it to a friend over coffee once. This follow-me-everywhere lightless mass that carries this strange internal yet external quality. I think I told… Read more Lightless Mass; or, On the Heightening of All Emotions in the Midst of Grief

Finding Irony in a White Sand Dune; or, On Babe’s Beach at Eventide

By Will Watson / July 2017 I left the hotel while I still had enough light to dodge traffic, walking. I carried Dylan Thomas’ Collected Poems, a pen, and a half-sheet of ivory paper across Seawall Boulevard into the turn lane. I paced west, steady, so as to not look like a fool for jaywalking,… Read more Finding Irony in a White Sand Dune; or, On Babe’s Beach at Eventide