Ours was a grand and glorious love affair. The fabric of clichés — the pattern from which clichés became threadbare. It began with a toe. Or maybe it ended with a toe. Somewhere in the affair was the incident of the toe in the night. And if you have never heard the phrase Our love [...]
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I can see the TV again, flickering darkly. He has stepped out onto his patio for a cigarette. The ash end flares orange into the midnight parking lot. He must see the little lamp in the window of my office nook and the shape of my head, but I don’t think he can tell I [...]
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Silence is all I have tonight. The silence of sparsely populated buses and late-night cyclists. I can see the flicker of a TV through a window across the parking lot. The screen flicks colours faster than my eye can register from this distance. So I play guessing games: video games, the news, sports, an old [...]
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I have crisped under hot skies and I’m ready for the cooling. August isn’t even half done, but my summer is on the downswing. I have started to notice that the daylight is less: the sun is finally exhaling after weeks of holding its breath. I am deeply aware of the twilight tonight. I am [...]
Categories: inklings, snippets from somewhere
Email exchange
Me: I miss you a weird amount.
Friend: A weird amount? Like one kilometre? Or 7 1/8th pachyderms?
Me: Exactly. I knew you would understand.
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