Agathos Dorea

THE FLIP OF A COIN

David Hunnicutt — Thu, 26 Jan 2012 04:52:05 +0000

CEMETERY IN WINTER

David Hunnicutt — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 22:22:26 +0000

REFLECTIONS

David Hunnicutt — Mon, 28 Feb 2011 01:37:21 +0000

Sometimes I hear you calling, From some lost and distant shore, I hear you crying softly, For the way it was before. ~Red, Hymn For The Missing Standing here in the stillness of time, I am wondering where you are tonight. Your time was fleeting upon this earth–and there are so many things left unsaid between us. Although I’ve been away [...]

THE SOUTHERN PLAINS

David Hunnicutt — Thu, 17 Feb 2011 05:01:47 +0000

On those days when the wind stops blowing across the face of the southern plains, the land falls into a silence that scares people in the way that a big house can haunt after the lights go out and no one else is there. It scares people because the land is too much, too empty, claustrophobic [...]

OUT HERE

David Hunnicutt — Tue, 15 Feb 2011 03:51:28 +0000

Out here, there is a growing restlessness. An unprecedented uneasiness; a tightening of the grip on the steering wheel; an unsettled tapping of fingers on coffee cups; a nervous running of hands through the hair. Palpable; visceral. Out here, there is distrust. A wariness; a growing suspicion that fat men in blue suits who live 2,000 [...]