Those tiny tragedies that accumulate overnight on your skin, bruises embossed, scabs you don’t remember hurting for: he collects them, you know. The commas you always neglect to put, the ellipse that extends a thought unnecessarily, a parenthesis you left without a close: he tends them like flowers. The runs in your stockings. That bra …
Month: August 2008
What we love stays with us, sometimes. The road slick with rain and borrowed light. The machine of the city turned quiet as feathers. He walks wet with courage, by turns incandescent and dark. Two floors above, a window flares on. He could look up. He could. This has always been our story: the resolution …
Noodler’s Baystate Blue stains skin, sinks, pens, everything. I was foolhardy and loaded it into one of my Danitrios, and now I have very subtle spots of blue on once-pristine beige lacquer. Let’s just call them spots of honor – I have used Baystate Blue and survived. Waterman’s Florida Blue is brilliant wet, but dries …
What’s a girl to do? There are too many plugins to play with and not enough brain cells to understand them all. Massive props to Matt Jacob for developing a WordPress.org plugin that plays nice with Ping.fm. I have been waiting for this for months.
Birthday Letters came out in 1998, and peculiarly for a book of poetry, became a bestseller. Ted Hughes left his wife, Sylvia Plath, and their two children, after 7 years of marriage. She killed herself months after. A legacy for a mother: it strikes me as a pitiful trade, like thorns for blood, fish bones …
I am fascinated by the Noodler’s line of inks because I never thought the bottled ink market could be segmented even further, small as it already is. Within the line, there are inks that highlight, appear only under black light, and prevent forgery. Noodler’s X-Feather is for those who write on cheap paper – where …
Paddy McAloon, take a bow. I now can’t stop listening to Life of Surprises. As with many things, I don’t know why. “Never say you’re bitter, Jack/Bitter makes the worst things come back.” A Life of Surprises, the album, collects many of Prefab Sprout’s best songs, from Two Wheels Good to Andromeda Heights. On several …
I ask, as Czeslaw Milosz wrote, “not out of sorrow, but wonder.” My old hand drew familiar lines: hairlines, tightly spaced, scrolled at the ends. It paralleled how I like to approach the world, gentle and controlled. This hand is a stranger in a bar, offering to buy me a drink, and at first I …
I think this atm’s customers are poor shots. Or blind to blue. I myself am quite used to missing the obvious.
Chasing the morning I always lose. Passing buses sigh smoke and strangers hunching forward, each into his own day. With the dust, a face settles into my eyes. He is a painting in a traveling frame, one that will never stand still before me, but will find me when I am ready.