Overnight, the world accumulates a white rime. 4 a.m. I float in the faint glow reflected over and over between snow and clouds.
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[…] Soen Joon is an American Buddhist nun in Korea who has been keeping a photoblog, from this shore, for several years now (and before that, blogged at a now-defunct site called Ditch the Raft). She just graduated from a four-year Buddhist seminary, which meant she’d have a little more time to blog — thus thus, which seems to be more a place for literary writings so far. Her “small stones” for the January river of stones writing challenge rank among the best I’ve seen: Loud voices mask the night’s quiet. Where the lamplight ends the dark is present, pressing, patient, animal-like, before words. (Jan. 3) The sun slips away, like a face disappearing under dark velvet blankets. The temperature falls. I shiver, pull my hat down close. (Jan. 9) Winter rain, cold, hard, quiet, steady all day. Inside, behind curtains, I want the rain’s impassive clarity: only fall straight. (Jan. 19) Overnight, the world accumulates a white rime. 4 a.m. I float in the faint glow reflected over and over between snow and clouds. (Jan. 25) […]