Steam rose like pistol smoke from my double shot while I gazed at the Silver State horizon, musing to myself that this was the type of place where Clint Eastwood had had it out with many an unshaven buckaroo, adorned with his quintessential poncho, woven with the colors of coffee & cream.
Author Archives: Cassandra
Doris
Nobody in the congregation could imagine her not moving. Doris had always moved — as if made of rubber or as if a bouncy spirit had inhabited her. People remembered her swaying across the gymnasium floor during the church’s centennial celebration. She was dancing to My Girl by the Temptations and all the other songs […]
The clever reference in ‘Show Me’
It’s so cool that Chrissie Hynde repeatedly refers to love as “the word” in the Pretenders’ ’80s-era song Show Me. It seems a suave intracultural reference to the 1965 song The Word by the Beatles. That song, of course, was referring to love, as well. Also, a beautiful and poetic line in the Pretenders’ song: […]
Otherworldly mountain
This photo I took yesterday in Kyle Canyon, Nevada, reminds me of Close Encounters.
Life
The old man was delivering seedlings to a nursery in a beat-up truck — its platform fenced in by scrap-wood panels. It was the start of a new day: The man wore a yellow shirt — loud as unmitigated sunshine. A shovel jutted up from the center of his flatbed— its handle to the sky, […]
On Top of the World
She is an angel floating above Earth She happens to be having a manic mood swing I can see a twinkle in her eyes Her teeth are pearly white and her smile wide She knows something I don’t Even her dark secrets appear wholesome
Map reading
I am learning this for my weekly travels in the nearby Spring Mountains. Will be posting more often about my outdoor adventures. (be warned)
Granola
I eat granola cereal in the mornings because it reminds me of granite I like granite because in large slabs it cannot be easily toppled I live in a house w/ granite counter tops that always look clean + amazing— Powerful—something that would withstand your fist or even a cleaver or a blow of a […]
Next in line
Standing on line at the restaurant, suddenly I am next. It makes me feel like Friday after clocking out at work, where everything’s about to happen. And the waiter or waitress will at some point carry over my tray of food, and everything will be situated just so. There will be a rosebud in the […]
