Monthly Archives: October 2012
b ~ In a minute there is time / For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
We have a saying in my house, or at least one that everyone feels applies to me: “Both ways is the only way I want it.” It’s the title of a Maile Meloy short story collection. That line, it
b ~ In a minute there is time / For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
We have a saying in my house, or at least one that everyone feels applies to me: “Both ways is the only way I want it.” It’s the title of a Maile Meloy short story collection. That line, it
a ~ In a minute there is time / For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
I am in the midst of an uncounted hour. I’m sitting in a coffee shop. Pop songs blare from overhead and the steam wand on the espresso machine seems to be stuck open. A guy behind me has a very
a ~ In a minute there is time / For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
I am in the midst of an uncounted hour. I’m sitting in a coffee shop. Pop songs blare from overhead and the steam wand on the espresso machine seems to be stuck open. A guy behind me has a very
a – Do I dare / Disturb the universe?
All day I have been thinking about disturbing the universe. I thought about writing about the earthquake that shook us up last night, both literally and metaphorically. Or about how these latest nights I have been dropping exhausted but still
a – Do I dare / Disturb the universe?
All day I have been thinking about disturbing the universe. I thought about writing about the earthquake that shook us up last night, both literally and metaphorically. Or about how these latest nights I have been dropping exhausted but still
b – Do I dare / Disturb the universe?
Sunday was spent with friends at an exhibit of Ezra jack Keats’s work. To see his brushstrokes, his storyboards and his handwriting up close and in person was magical. I have long been a fan of his work; his particular style of
b – Do I dare / Disturb the universe?
Sunday was spent with friends at an exhibit of Ezra jack Keats’s work. To see his brushstrokes, his storyboards and his handwriting up close and in person was magical. I have long been a fan of his work; his particular style of
a ~ (They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)
My sons are skinny creatures. Despite the fantastic number of bagels and apples they manage to consume every day, their legs and arms are long and stick-thin. They are scarecrow men, usually clad in flannel and plaid, with little wish
a ~ (They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)
My sons are skinny creatures. Despite the fantastic number of bagels and apples they manage to consume every day, their legs and arms are long and stick-thin. They are scarecrow men, usually clad in flannel and plaid, with little wish
b ~ (They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)
When I was little I lived next door to Dana and Anthony. She was his second wife, closer in age to his son than her husband. Thinking back now I wonder how that age difference must have been for them,
b ~ (They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)
When I was little I lived next door to Dana and Anthony. She was his second wife, closer in age to his son than her husband. Thinking back now I wonder how that age difference must have been for them,
a ~ My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
This could all be untrue: My grandfather was never seen without a pipe between his teeth. My grandfather wore a shirt and tie whenever he didn’t wear pajamas. My grandfather had a fire in the fireplace every afternoon, winter
a ~ My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
This could all be untrue: My grandfather was never seen without a pipe between his teeth. My grandfather wore a shirt and tie whenever he didn’t wear pajamas. My grandfather had a fire in the fireplace every afternoon, winter
b ~ My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
“Know, first, who you are, and then adorn yourself accordingly.” ~ Epictetus My hand accidentally touched his chin and he bristled at my comment; that he was still so young, still my little boy. He stood up taller, straighter, as
b ~ My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
“Know, first, who you are, and then adorn yourself accordingly.” ~ Epictetus My hand accidentally touched his chin and he bristled at my comment; that he was still so young, still my little boy. He stood up taller, straighter, as
Let us go then, you and I 