Black

There is a certain element of death imbued in writing. All of it is a sort of last gasp. Perhaps why I oftentimes wear black. In a way I cease to exist. In the rare instances when I am noticed, then I have a willingness to vanish. Not altogether, but enuf that you won’t see me. I would like to be a fly on your wall. Maybe not a fly but a lizard, although not poisonous. Just nosy.

Water

How important packaging has become in the Age of Bottled Water. I am a pink flower-powered Fiji female, hopped up on alkaline & properly ionized. Electro-lit! While munching on plu 8594 cranberry & cashew mix, I sip through a volcanic rock filter in an artesian aquifer.

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It is Essentia to stay hydrated in the Mojave, & if you notice, @essentiawater has exquisite product design. Carry a bottle & it’s a fashion statement, as well as a declaration of social status & #hydration awareness.

No one likes to memorize math

A large sculpture in the library lobby purposely leaned at a slant on a pedestal to give it the effect of falling. It made me think of nodding off.

People sat at tables — some read, some spoke, but it was hard to make out what anyone was saying.

Their indecipherable voices carried up high to the lofty ceiling and dissipated like smoke — maybe from burning incense?

The sounds in the lobby reminded me of churches, with their drafty, cavernous interiors. There, too, voices murmured, only they were prayers. Continue reading “No one likes to memorize math”

Morning routine

I get up early, around 5:30, regardless of whether it’s a workday, and I’ll do some writing or I’ll do some reading, or else make some visual art. And I’ll have coffee.

I’ll also do some thinking. You know: Hmmm, how did I get into this situation? How do I get out of it?

We are all in situations to one degree or another: a job that makes us miserable; a toxic relationship; etc. My mind is fresh in the morning and more capable of tackling such things. I read better and I write better, too, ’cause I’m sharper and more alert.

But no, I am not one to wake up and bolt out the door in the morning. Anything but.

My story is online at Entropy magazine

My creative nonfiction story The Size of Hummingbirds was posted yesterday at Entropy magazine.

There was an American robin on a bough above us guarding its nest. I had pointed it out to Rob, as well as the male grackle that had been looming higher in the tree for several days, as if setting its sights on raiding the nest.

The story is included in Entropy’s ongoing series The Birds, which features fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction and essays.

Watching Departures

I’m laying here propped up on my pillows like a patient in a recovery ward.

I’m slowly making my way thru a tube of cheddar Pringles and watching planes drift upward in the smoggy distance.

They’re taking off from the airport that’s not quite a quarter-mile from where I work mandatory 45-hour weeks. Continue reading “Watching Departures”

One day, a line…

I was thinking that One Day, a Line would be a very cool alt title for that One Line a Day journal that’s all the rage these days.

The very fact that I am writing about this proves that I am in dire need of the alt version, which would be perfect for those of us who suffer chronic writer’s block. Perhaps it would come with far fewer pages than the more ambitious & optimistic mainstream edition?