Under the sun without summer and in landscapes familiar to me, and still I wonder what the hell am I doing here. A couple of weeks ago, I went for a walk not far from the house I’m renting and…
Back to Fishing…by Damon Falke
Tag: rivers
At a Year’s End…by Damon Falke
My love I am sending you this picturesque view of the river –W.G. Sebald Again, remember that it is not the weight of the future or the past that is pressing upon you, but ever that of the present alone.…
The Engineer, the Physicist, and The Fighter Pilot…by Damon Falke
just a few friends When a writer starts thanking some people, he is bound to forget others. The appearance of ingratitude, certainly actual ingratitude, is not a condition into which a person should strive. For a long time, I told…
Elsewhere…by Damon Falke
but it’s not the wound that matters, it’s the soul, the soul that must be heard not the wound -Anne Michaels a last fish There was another creek on the other side of the mountain where I…