A Proper Privacy - It has always tickled me when books of a certain vintage would abbreviate names and places that the author didn’t need to disclose. I think it was a Victorian convention. Even in fiction, they’d say, “When I met M- on the street, he seemed chipper, which was out of character.” As… Continue reading Of Alphabets and Friends
The creation and the embodiment of energy, what they’ve invested in, valued, now mingling impossibly here...
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
But I can’t believe that living space doesn’t matter. I am in a mood to design yet another perfect residence.
Yet I still felt small and contracted the further east we got. Maybe the hills were closer together. Maybe I was nervous
What happens when you put a water loving plant in a desert?
Jimmy scoffed, and kept pummeling me with his story...
