Written for Visual Verse, in response to a prompt: one image, one hour, 50-500 words (no editing). Falling is a skill left behind too early in our lives. We have the memory of early attempts at sitting, standing, stepping, walking. The memory is in the soft folds of our behinds, our chests, our hands. An… Continue reading Charmed
i missed you, blog. i’ve lost you two or three times over the past 16 years or so. now we are, once again, reunited.
i can’t help but make an equationtry to prove my body equal to hers –math gets fuzzy when you’re counting skinthe problem is so thick i only get partial credit
On the train, out of the corner of my eye, I saw my seatmate cross herself. Forehead, heart, left shoulder, right shoulder, lips (tiny kiss sound). I thought it was the music she was listening to on her shiny black iPod, maybe religious music, so I stole another glance. But it was Silk. I craned… Continue reading found photo, commuter train in japan
you’d think we were sorcerers or astrophysicists, the way we dole out stars to products and services from our unlimited supply of judgement.