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Tag: light

  • light

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    T.M. Camp
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    In the house behind ours, the light in the high attic window keeps turning on and then off again every few minutes. Disconcerting.

  • morning visitation

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    T.M. Camp
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    …and as I open the door leading from my office to the front of the house, I see a pale shape, not much more than the impression of a white dress moving through the light coming in the windows. It flows from right to left. I stop. I blink. It is gone.

  • flake

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    T.M. Camp
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    Packing up for the day, getting ready to head for home… I reach for my cell phone and watch in amazement as a bright flake of light, a translucent chip of yellow-white light about the size of my fingernail, floats up from the screen towards my face. I blink, shake my head. It is gone.

  • the short

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    T.M. Camp
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    We’re in the back bedroom, my wife and I. Fucking. It’s hard sometimes to find the time, the moment. Children, work, day-to-day life — these things conspire and distract and exhaust. But we find the time, when we can. We find the moments, synchronized, together. And it is good. Perhaps it is too brief, too…

  • flames, new and old

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    [This is directly transcribed, without changes or edits, from a journal entry dated June 16th, 1998] …and, somehow, in my dreams I hear a huge crash — metal and glass — ignoring it, I dream on… …a flickering light from outside — flash of orange through the blinds — send me up to the window,…