From the desk of
Saturday laid out like a buffet table — sweet or savory?
Words feel different in the morning sunlight.
Venetian blinds of Vermont.
Fitz the house cat presides like a Sphinx.
Chimeras and half-humans run the autocracy.
Political concepts keep breaking apart at the feet of our real lives.
de Certeau: “the practice of everyday life.”
The bedside table cannot hold everything I need for rest.
New music comes to me, unexpectedly, like a butterfly to my shoulder.
I struggle to impart the lessons I’ve learned to my children.
What are you thinking right now?
Sometimes, declarative sentences — singular, muscular even — are the best we can do.
I’ve forgotten the names of the house plants.
Speaking Spanish to think like someone else.