I find myself succumbing and not succumbing to the gravity of reviewing the past ten years. I have no top 10s, no list of favourite moments. I have rediscovered the value of steeping in the past, but the record of my personal tastes is less than necessary. I see forward momentum in the clicking of [...]
Categories: snippets from somewhere, these small moments
I went out tonight in search of beautiful, useless things. To remember that the existence of beautiful, useless things is necessary. Notebooks and necklaces. Scarves and teacups. The troves within boutiques, specialty shops, and purveyors of the unique and rare. I dawdled and gloated and revelled in beautiful, useless things.
I came home with only Fiesta [...]
Categories: snippets from somewhere
At 6:30, a cup of coffee with cream and hints of sugar. Let my tongue float on the muddy brown with eyes closed, slipping into consciousness. Safety lives inside this paper cup. Comraderie, comfort, security. All the heft of a single day balanced against my lips. And with a slight tilt of the wrist, spills [...]
Categories: intransitive verbiage, snippets from somewhere
We stood where green turned to blue, watching the spectrum spin in all directions, caught in the spray of a garden hose. We heard the kaleidoscope tinkle mosaic out of the windows of old houses. Old homes. We were yellow and orange and purple and all the glint of silver and gold. And we knew [...]
Categories: inklings, snippets from somewhere, these small moments
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.
Categories: notes to self, snippets from somewhere
