Category: wandering mind

This is saaad water, Pat said. I peered down at him from the basement stairs as he stood on a higher landing where a shower in the basement had been installed years ago. Why anyone would want to shower in the basement next to a broken peach-colored toilet was beyond me, but so was the…

The little sparrow was gone when I got home. He pooped in his food, so I’m guessing he ate something. I hope it means he’s OK and I hope he holes up somewhere this weekend with Irene on the way. I’m hearing the sky will be unforgiving. Such turbulence is no place for winged creatures.

Tucked like a brown ball of yarn, a sparrow hid among the rocks in our driveway. He didn’t flee when I came upon him. In fact, he hardly noticed me at all – his concentration on his breath and current. Heavy gasp. wings shake. Heavy gasp. gasp. I bent over. He looked up, blinked and…

I peaked out the balcony door this morning, let Tula out and although I couldn’t see without my glasses, the light rain glistened on the roof. The gray morning, diffused light turning green electric. I crawled back in bed. Pat still slept, the unwoven threads on his head reaching out to something. Where do we…

I move east and feel two earthquakes in a year! First it was a wave like rolling up and down with the sea and then the blinds started shaking, the windows shaking, the TVs hanging from the ceiling shaking. We could hear the building and feel the building rolling around us. “Rachel, You’re from California,…

I went to get chocolate doughnuts and coffee this morning. Walked through the square to hear a man hacking a loogie. A lawn mower scalped a tree branch, I heard the scream. People kept staring at me, that creepy way you feel a portrait following you, but you don’t turn around to look. Or the…

I was looking through old journals this morning for the first poem I ever wrote when I was 8. I know it’s somewhere written down, but I haven’t found it yet. Instead, I went to 2001 (high school for me – 10th grade) and I found a worksheet from my mom in the closet about…

mankini: n. (pl. mankinis) a brief one-piece bathing garment for men, with a T-back IS NOW OFFICIALLY AN ENGLISH WORD. I hope this means more fat, hairy men will be wearing them.

I’m insanely happy today, listening to “Home” by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic (what’s their name?) The Magnetic Zeros. Over and Over and Over again, this song makes me so damn happy I want to run around like a field mouse. There’s a new bounce to my bottom, a skip in my step. I’ve been…

I’m going to be gone from the blog for a while. Not sure how long yet, but am feeling the need to disconnect. Hope to “see” youse (that’s NEPA speak for you all) when I’m back. Ciao for now, Rach