Back to Mother

“It’s time we got back to mother,” said the mave, his low voice an added heaviness in the rough-hewn hall. Like a frayed silk cocoon, his hoary beard caught against the coarse texture of his Continue reading Back to Mother

Text and Texture in Fiction

This post was inspired by an article I enjoyed: The Crucial Filmaking Elements Causing All Your Movie Feuds by Film Crit Hulk (nom de plume) (http://observer.com/2018/05/the-two-crucial-filmmaking-elements-causing-all-your-movie-feuds/). Text and texture, sympathy and empathy: the ideas he Continue reading Text and Texture in Fiction

Floating Yellow Kitchens

It will have to be a short one. Tax season has ended. What I miss most but also found the most exhausting were the conversations. All those talks with my cherished co-workers, with oh-so-much idle Continue reading Floating Yellow Kitchens

The Perfect Day for Doom (A Dream)

The creak of a rowboat. A splash of oars. My eyes flutter in the glare off shallow-trough waves. Funneled through the inlet, pooling under the Old Bridge, as they say, it’s the sea, at the Continue reading The Perfect Day for Doom (A Dream)

Body, here. What can I do for ya?

Body: Body, here. What can I do for ya? Brain: I need simple carbs. Sugar, in fact. Yes, give me lots of sugar. Body: Can do, Boss Lady. But, I gotta be up front with Continue reading Body, here. What can I do for ya?

The Lunacy of Time

Dear Sirs and Madam: Here I’ve been, curled up on the couch, spying on the lawn, admiring the bushes and trees. What you might expect. Yes, it’s the same yard where the robin incident occurred, Continue reading The Lunacy of Time

Afternoon at a Friend’s House with The Tide Coming In (Circa 1995, A Juxtaposition Piece)

It’s midafternoon and dark in here. An electric fan drones in the open window and funnels the summer heat through. The one on my right sits in an easy chair wrapped in a plaid robe. Continue reading Afternoon at a Friend’s House with The Tide Coming In (Circa 1995, A Juxtaposition Piece)

Years Ago My Friend and I

Years ago my friend and I sat outside a café in the bright shine of early spring. “What were you thinking?” he said, a question he had not asked in months. We had been sitting Continue reading Years Ago My Friend and I

Thoughts About Theme Genesis

Any old lark can set herself to thinking, and I’m such a visual person, so I’m going to attempt to sketch one of those weird moments when I saw a thought happen: Random memories had Continue reading Thoughts About Theme Genesis

Familiarity

Here goes…. Life has felt unfamiliar to me at times—the whole business of interacting with matter–I’m astonished to be moving through air. Like moving through a dream. Open doors, float through them, step onto the Continue reading Familiarity