December 2009
11 posts
“Will I meet a dinosaur in heaven?”
– Accidental eavesdropping on a small child. Maybe I like kids after all.
I forgot my wallet this morning and only realized when I was at the bus stop, a mile from home, a minute and a half before it pulled up to the snowy curb.
The driver waved me past after I mumbled somethingaboutleavingmywalletathomeandcouldIpayhimtwicetomorrowplease.
I’ve been brainstorming all the places I can keep coins and emergency bus fare about my person in the future.
Belly dancing...
What's quaint:
A man at the largest table of this coffee shop, dealing seven piles of cards to himself in a game of solitaire. Everyone else is tangled up in cords, laptops, headphones, but he just has his deck, his lunchbox, and a surprisingly large turquoise ring on his right hand.
Can we please stage a quiet public revolution by setting up a Scrabble board, reading books, turning over the wobbly three-minute...
“I wish in the city of your heart
you would let me be the street
where you walk...”
– Robley Wilson, I Wish In The City of Your Heart
Oh, what a poem!
Two Seasons
1) Humidifying
2) Dehumidifying
The first is for hot air forced through vents and protesting radiators, useful for the drying of watery socks, snowy soles. Making noses bleed onto one square of toilet paper after another. When falling asleep contends with an ever-migrating itch, one that darts from inner arm to outer thigh to deeply—impossibly—beneath the heel of the foot. The glass...
A Montreal Alley
Also present but not presently documented:
cats in plural
spiral staircases spinning into upper levels
a man with a belly round as a globe
the handsome host
draining liquids, gingerly avoided
Disconcerting Things:
Finding a hair in the binding of a library book, a hair—dark and long—that is obviously not your own. Open the facing pages wide, wrest it from the crack: consider where this book has been before. How comfortable are you now, that book so near your pillow?