Will was too busy after all to attend me in Newcastle. I museum-delved without him to see a marble statue visible though the window. Lovers entwined, ecstatic kiss. Every angle a blissful depiction. Feeling worse, I exit to the sloping street. Wander, wander, wander. Then a barrel-shaped wagon on a pedestrian triangle. Bright colors, purple red,… Continue reading Gypsy Wagon
Yet I still felt small and contracted the further east we got. Maybe the hills were closer together. Maybe I was nervous
Destiny is a conveyor belt in a chaos factory. You can't stop it, and you never know what the product is until it falls off the end.
Jimmy scoffed, and kept pummeling me with his story...
[An excerpt from my memoir: The Parts that Felt Like Me - a Pilgrimoire (working title)] " This was 2010, when I’d met and stayed with Paul in the harbor town of Leith, Edinburgh. It had been a yummy holiday, and Paul had to get back to the business of weekend visitation of his children. Paul and I took… Continue reading Umber Geordie