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...
There was a lovely woman in Kirkwall, on my honeymoon with Scott in Orkney. I have one photo of her, and I remember her name being “Barbara.” She wore a red beret, large brown clogs and sweatpants. Typical of the acquaintances we easily made, she was from California. She had wanted to live in Orkney for… Continue reading Timeless Orkney