Perhaps when you see someone happy it teaches you more about happiness than if you were happy yourself. You see things from a distance and you notice that actually, no, you don’t need to reach your arm out that far to attain joy. You walk into joy gleefully as if into a fluffy cloud thatContinue reading “Dumb-founded in Happiness”
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Egg-Yolk Sunshine State of Mind
It was the still, sticky, egg-yolk afternoons that made her think of mothers, sisters, aunts and grandmothers. When the sun is her stinkiest, the salt dissipating from her skin and bubbles on the pores of everyone and everything she laid her eyes on, that was when cotton dresses, floral patterns, gold bands and blue stonesContinue reading “Egg-Yolk Sunshine State of Mind”
Quote – Rest assured
And so you see the needle pierce through the cloth multiple times, as you see the rhythmic simplicity of a yellow thread being pulled through the dark fabric to make a pattern of patch a hole, rest assured. Be fully soothed in the fact that pain is here to tailor you, to ‘fix’ you, soContinue reading “Quote – Rest assured”
Hang in There
“Hang in there”, they said.But he wasn’t hanging at all, his fingers were building a home for himself.He was climbing. If he seemed to them to be hanging, how can we tell them that it’s because he liked to live on the edge?He liked to be right where he was, in mid air.He depended onContinue reading “Hang in There”
The Best Breadcrumbs
“Tell me about your dreams”, his mother says. She slices through a cool cucumber that seemed to have lost all its juice. He wants to say that he won’t eat this powdery mildew; that she will one day end up with a fungal disease if she lets her vegetables sit around the bottom drawer allContinue reading “The Best Breadcrumbs”
Corduroy
A story about an 11 year old boy’s small thoughts spurred by the feeling of corduroy fabric on his skin. A feeling that kept strangely and interestingly coming back in the form of memories and dreams at the age of twenty, the almost-age of fifty and his final year of nintey-two. A story that remainedContinue reading “Corduroy”
so ist es.
so it is. I met him accidentally. A chance was presented to me. Like a single thread that wove in and out of itself, he turned into a net that both tripped me and caught me from falling. He carried me with a single thread spun into a web. And with the loose end ofContinue reading “so ist es.”
The Blue Jay and the Red-tailed Hawk
It was rather enchanting, how I died. I was hovering above their heads when they wrote with a blue bic ballpoint pen that it was from natural causes. But I am certain it wasn’t that. We never just die from the cause; other things mark the real ending. And even then, it’s not quiet aContinue reading “The Blue Jay and the Red-tailed Hawk”
The Sunken Forest
August 25th, 2014 – “That Day” / “Today” Fire Island, New York Dear H, My sentences will be long. If you are in quarantine like I am, only read this letter when you want to plunge into the abyss like we used to, where sentences are made for pure feelings, and where they lack structureContinue reading “The Sunken Forest”
Letter to an Inner Child
Do not listen to all that they say, my child; my womb is not impermeable to their words, unfortunately. This language they speak shines a subtly blinding streak of light, it has a way of seeping through the thickest skin and imprinting marks on your genetic makeup. You will come out to live among themContinue reading “Letter to an Inner Child”
Beisan's Burble 