I’m exhausted. Exhilarated? An ‘e’ word. Though ‘e’ is far to common a letter to be lovable. Find me a ‘q’. A ‘j’. The quiet ways they jostle against the palate. The alveolar ridge. Burbling over the tongue in clumsy tumbles. The way words ought to more often. In jigs across the larynx.
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My home is September. Inside curled up and wandering off in fiction. Caught up in words waltzing in the late afternoon sun. Pay no attention to the yellowing leaves and longer nights. Find a cup of my favourite tea and sink into steam. Permission to turn inward: granted.
Categories: notes to self
I came up with an idea for a movie. There’s this speechwriter, who has just starting out working for the Prime Minister of Canada (because the office of PM needs some glamour in this country). In the interest of insipid role reversal, the PM is a woman and the speechwiter is a man. If I [...]
Categories: notes to self, notions and sundries
If you decide to remove the unsightly pile of empty boxes from your cubicle and replace it with a “visitor’s chair”, people will take this as a standing invitation to sit down in your cubicle and chat. Even when you, very obviously, seem to be focused on a task.
Categories: notes to self, notions and sundries
Living: C- You have allowed passive resistance to become merely passive.
Categories: notes to self
