It started with a song. With many songs, luring us away from our quotidian world and into some sort of liminal space, some sort of dangerous borderlands, a place it's easy to get lost in. There have been so songs. So many beginnings, and so many endings. Each one is a different lifetime, a different … Continue reading Know she breaks my siren
Category: Mental Wanderings
I write so that we can meet again
I write because I have to keep talking to you. Because I want to meet you again - out of time, out of memory.I want to be surprised by you again, to be drawn into your story.I want to be curious about you again.I want to hear you, and feel heard.I want to unravel you, … Continue reading I write so that we can meet again
Extraordinary Eruptions of Information
The interminable humorist and philosopher, Douglas Adams, once said: “For us, there is no longer a fundamental mystery about Life. It is all the process of extraordinary eruptions of information, and it is information which gives us this fantastically rich, complex world in which we live.” Have we lost mystery? Is there a difference between … Continue reading Extraordinary Eruptions of Information
I want my writing to fuck me up
I'm not writing to fix myself, I'm writing to fuck myself up.
What it feels like to shiver
Last night as I drove home from my writing class, there was a gentle, lackadaisical snow falling in Denver. The restaurant and microbrewery patios were empty. The homeless had taken shelter somewhere - at least I hope they did - as the temperature dropped. Less people roamed the sidewalks. It was quiet, in that beautiful … Continue reading What it feels like to shiver
In the coffeehouse
Killing time before my writing class, perhaps waiting for something in the way one waits for Godot. A blue-haired girl with large, round rimmed glasses is to my left, Misfits sticker prominently placed on her laptop, studying for what I think is a chemistry exam with a raven-haired girl with thick-rimmed black glasses. To my … Continue reading In the coffeehouse
In which the writer is plagued by the supernatural
I don't believe in magical thinking, and yet I find myself being careful what I say, in case my words somehow change the course of the physical or metaphysical world. I suppose that means that there's a disconnect between what I think I should believe, and what I fear - I know I'm supposed to … Continue reading In which the writer is plagued by the supernatural
An ode to untouched places
Beauty likes neglected places."John O'Donohue Folly Beach, SC One of the things I like about where I work is that it's next to a protected natural area. We get to see a lot of wildlife that one normally only sees in large state parks or zoos or nature documentaries, which is just an amazing experience. … Continue reading An ode to untouched places
The faeries have disappeared
You can tell the difference between a dog and a coyote. I can't explain how, exactly - but the first time you're lying in bed on a warm spring night with the windows open, and you hear them in the distance - even though you didn't grow up here, even though you've never heard the … Continue reading The faeries have disappeared
Layers
Yesterday, I spent some time outside just before a storm. It felt like dusk, even though it was actually mid-afternoon. It's a eerie feeling, to know it's day but feel like it's evening. I have a lot of nightmares about the sky suddenly going dark in the middle of the day - apocalyptic sorts of … Continue reading Layers
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