She looked out of the little window. The boat was sailing very slowly and going nowhere. She was beginning to get impatient. On the shores she saw all her friends. They called out to her cheerfully but formally. She could feel that they were hurt. “And no wonder,” she thought, “they must have sent me many invitations and I have not answered them.” Then she passed...
I’ve just had a nice long soak in the tub, WITH the jets blasting into that knot in my back I can’t reach AND 3 handfuls of Epsom salts and I’m feeling pretty fine. I stand up, towel off, remark to myself that this towel is looking rather shabby and it’s then that I notice something out of the corner of my eye. In the tub, still full of water, a spider. I lean in for a...
Online Dating Profile (Fictoid)
Happy-go-lucky ne’er-do-well. I like dancing, deep thinking, not talking, old jazz, new shoes, opera, thrift stores and sleeping in*. Must be adept at corset cinching (mine, weirdo!), impromptu duets, and carrying me over puddles. *Also apparently thrill to obey the imaginary people who command me to meme from inside my computer, Monkeyfraaahg.
listening to "It →
Today’s theme song. Jam band interpretive dancing optional. White Bird by It’s A Beautiful Day.
Nor is there any embarrassment in the fact that we’re ridiculous, isn’t it true?...– The Idiot (via dostoyevsky) I’m really good at not understanding things, maybe even The Idiot savant level.
poetbabble: Place your finger in my mouth and I’ll speak slower than baby teeth (say love). South of the boundary rock we touch the land barehanded. We gather spider lilies by the Catawba for our sweethearts. We hollow out gourds to store our wrens. We help the raccoons gather piles of silver teeth. Turn alligator claws into amulets. Wrap red threads around carefully broken branches. - from...
putthison: My colleague Adam talks about creativity, as interviewed and edited by Jeremy Fuksa. Oh wow, *I* don’t understand ratios either! This is terrific all the way around and no, it’s not about ratios.
The Scum Also Rises
Trying a new pea soup recipe. I stop at the part where it says “skim the scum off the top of the soup for several minutes, until the scum ceases to rise”. Hmm, that’s odd. I’ve been making pea soup for years and haven’t seen anything remotely scum like. Surely I would have noticed something as egregious as scum. In my soup. I remain skeptical while it comes to a...
That’s two posts in a row now I’ve said “I can’t figure it out”. Make that three.
There are submerged little parts inside me. I can’t figure out what they’d be called. I’m lying on a blanket at the beach and I’ve spent the last hour trying to quantify them. It’s chilly today. Gray and June gloomy and windy as hell. The people wandering by look grim and determined. But I’m laid out almost in a reverie. The sand is radiating up warmth and wave...
Write one leaf about unpaid medical bills.
writeoneleaf: This prompt sponsored by imaginary internet friends in real need of real help: Many of you know that Jason, aka Gorillasushi, lost his wife after a long illness this week. With his permission, I’ve created a Pledgie account for those of us who wish to donate to help him with the astronomical medical bills and other expenses he’s now facing on his own. Here’s a link to the Pledgie...
Girls are Magic
I was 30, I was going through serious shit, and I needed something in my life, anything, I could make containable, configurable, controllable. For me, that thing became food. It started with an innocent diet, but as the numbers on the scale started to plunge, I felt the oddest fascination creep up and overtake me. A morbid curiosity. How low could I go? How little could I get by on in a day? In a...