Coming Around
Time passes. Life changes. I come around again. Turn to face the year with what I hope is greater clarity. The reminder that sometimes it's OK to find yourself lost.…
Another age-related diary entry and then a short break.
'As soon as you feel too old to do a thing, do it.' Margaret Deland. For a moment when you look at the calendar on the wall the numbers are…
How to Write
February 13. Notes written in order to abolish this damn writer's block plaguing me once again. In the morning, get up. Make the bed in the style of a fancy…
Last of the Autumn Leaves
In early November the girl can see her breath. Clouds of smoke in the crisp air. She wears a red and black checked bomber jacket; owned since university. A cold…
Room 329
The hotel room, dressed in washes of brown, looks out onto a busy road. I have pulled back the curtains, opened a window. Gray clouds heavy and sodden painted against…
The Day the Earth Stood Still
(A rambling film review for the 3rd day of January because the first week of the year always feels like the earth is standing still. Also, I'm working on new…
27th December
Events since Christmas Eve as we move into the void before New Years. Present state of being...reclusive introspection. *Mice. Twenty live-trapped and released. No more clearing counters each night. No…
19th December
And we find ourselves here again. On the trembling edge of a new year. Expectation cast into the unknown. The desire for closure; close the book, see it gone, tucked…
What Price Beauty
The Wedding. The women are wearing ladders on their feet. Stiff legged, they limp out of church. One clomps along lifting her feet high off the ground - "must control…
Mythology
Here comes the walking alligator handbag. Down from the veranda, across coarse sand, lounge chair wedged under her arm. Floral beach bag slung across her shoulder. Rumored to have been…