What We Love Is What We Hope Is Who We Are The thing I remember most about being young is the longing I felt, though I knew not for what. Eric Jennings • writing
My Vertical Interrogation I believe I am the figment of a little boy’s imagination. He’s trying to imagine himself in the future. In a different future than the one he expects. I am ten years old imaging I am sixty-three. Eric Jennings • writing
A Bad Fall, and a Return Most of this year has not been good. My mental health was the poorest it's been in a very long time. My physical health has somewhat returned, but as I turn 65, I feel fragile and old. Eric Jennings • blog
M.A.L.ediction of My Offense, Many of Whom are Entering Us Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens, by millions and millions more subpoenas, to wash it white as snow? Eric Jennings • writing
eagles toppling mountain goats he came up on an eagle on a sandbar looking over his shoulder bloody beak dripping with dead cormorant... Eric Jennings • writing
We Begin that was how it started, this is how it started, that death, this death, two points, on an imaginary line, only one point, on a circle, a clock... Eric Jennings • writing
