Category: wandering mind
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set adrift
There’s a new sign in public square that says “public bathing strictly prohibited” – I noticed it for the first time today, but it’s not warm enough for anyone to be publicly bathing and it’s not warm enough for the wimpy fountain that smells like sewer to be on anyway. But I suppose you need signs…
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Mish-mash
Maybe it’s exhaustion. Tula playing with bells at 3am. Sleeping with my shirt off in cold weather. The odd sensation that I’m bleeding. But my bones feel heavy today. Even as I watched the fog lift. Outside it’s an opal – pale, pink, glittery. I’m looking for emeralds, but only find white crystals in patches…
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Sneak
I just found 40 cents in change and a single clear stud of a Light Bright in a pocket on my purse I never use. That sneaky child left her/his mark; his/her calling card.
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Over-saturated
Snow falls from the branches. It looks like cotton, but looks and feels are different. Snow has fallen. Wet and heavy. I dropped my coffee on a long white pillow. I dropped my lunch on the asphalt. Thank god for pyrex the unbreakable glass. All the colors are over-saturated. White grays blacks again. Do you…
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Manatees need more friends
My heart’s been rickety in a flood. Splinters. A house rocking around a frame in rising water. I had stranger than normal dreams. I’m not even sure normal is allowed in the same sentence. I was in bed with my brother and his ex. Nothing was touched, but it was implied. I had a vision…
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brain stew 3 days cold on the stove
I’m getting that glooooooooooooooossed over feeling when you’ve been staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaring at the computer and your assssssssssssssssssssssssssss has gone numb and so has your faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace and your liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiips hang on to a gnawed on piece of gum
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Waiting room chains
At my appointment today, the CD player was playing Carole King’s “Chains” song. I didn’t know who it was, I just looked it up. I’d never heard the song before, but I got an odd feeling if I was in a bad relationship this song was a subliminal messages to do something… Except I was…
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I used to care, but now I have pills for that
Pat made eggs for breakfast and the steam sucks to my glasses. It’s raining this morning and the cars drive over it with such haste. I’ve been watching an orange porch light all morning. A false moon in the dark vellum air. But when I looked away for an instant and then back it’s gone.…