Trephine, as written and read by yours truly…

Thanks to everyone who has been listening/watching my stories thus far. Now, I offer “Trephine” in four parts:

http://player.vimeo.com/video/18331251

Trephine, Part One from Clark Knowles on Vimeo.

Trephine

A teaser for those of you waiting for a new story. A trephine drill is a drill used to bore holes into the skulls of patients with head wounds. It relieved the pressure of the wound and quite often helped the wounded survive. It was in wide use during the Civil War. Although my story doesn’t take place during the Civil War, my characters take a detour through the Gettysburg battlefield. The story is called “Trephine” and I’ll start reading it tomorrow.

What’s not to love?

Picture of beautiful Grace taken while sledding with friends. My lovely, funny, intelligent, daughter. This photo reminds me of everything that is really important.

Houses for the Dead, fifth and final part

Thanks everyone for watching/listening to “Houses for the Dead.” I recorded part five on Christmas Eve, but am just now posting it. I’ll start a new story tomorrow. Be well!

http://player.vimeo.com/video/18242083

Houses for the Dead Part Five from Clark Knowles on Vimeo.

Part Four of “Houses for the Dead”

Whew! Didn’t think I was going to get this one up today! Thanks to those of you who’ve said nice things about my work!

http://player.vimeo.com/video/18138687

Houses for the Dead, Part Four from Clark Knowles on Vimeo.

I think these jet-trails are pointing me in a new direction, go here, they are saying, go here…

A sweet find…

Back between late ’89 and mid ’92, I used to DJ for WUNH in Durham. I used to play this band all the time. They disappeared. I just found this song after nearly twenty years. Still like it.

boomtown
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Pit-sawn

Its knots are edges

 Of a larger continent.

The dark canals across its

stomach speak:

Once, a tree, and before that,

A vast space of nothing.

Against the pain of growing, 

A tide, a mountain

Pressed flat,

A true meridian.

We have borrowed much.

This wind will leave

all things without ridges

or the shadow of ridges. 

The hem will run

Into a green horizon.

Houses for the Dead, Part Three

Today’s installment. Thanks for watching and listening.
http://www.youtube.com/v/eUYzNNuoNI4?fs=1&hl=en_US

Houses for the Dead