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Two nights away

Dec 30 2009 Published by under snippets from somewhere, these small moments

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 the calendar.

Meditation, following meandering paths, seems appropriate now. Escaping the weight of city life and people. Finding a place for myself among silences and snowflakes. I wrap myself in solitude. Slip past midnight into this new year.

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Shift

Dec 17 2009 Published by under snippets from somewhere

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 Red ink for my fountain pen. Feeling quiet and expansive. Shifting into this other self. Who is breathing gently into the darkness of mid-December, thrilled by every string of Christmas lights.

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Denial

Dec 08 2009 Published by under intransitive verbiage, 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 back into the throat, and sails through circulatory seas to those far-off synapses who fire a cheer of welcome. Too many miles until sleep. Because. We accept this.

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A logic of colours

Nov 30 2009 Published by under inklings, snippets from somewhere, these small moments

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 where to put the shadowy black to bring out the fire in red.

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