I’ve been perusing old journals lately, and diving into my own writing has been … strange. Disconcerting: I used to spend so much time just hanging out and talking to myself on the page. Affirming: I said some engaging and insightful things with flair while talking to myself on the page. The strange bit has […]
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The pair of eyeballs blinking at me from behind The Gunslinger would’ve scared the pants off my on any other day. But when the day’s soundtrack has included gunfire in the streets, hallucinations feel like minor problems. Of course I was hallucinating. 13 cups of coffee, 3 midterms in 3 days, and no proper food […]
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The blossoming spring is an invitation. A dreamscape. A fairyland. Every day the world transforms. I discover a sudden confetti of cherry petals thrown over my walkway. Lilac nectar drenching the back alley. Daylight that lingers and lingers of an evening, humming with that first kiss kind of glow. Narcissus nod beneath windows. Apple blossoms […]
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This is not about despair. It’s not even about overwhelm. It’s simply about moving forward anyway. Any way, any how. Getting the wheels spinning. This is about savouring the brightness of new leaves. Watching the dazzling, golden, almost-not-there-ness blossom into something vibrant and green and lush. They do unfold like blossoms, new leaves. Unfurl like […]
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I recounted a series of my 1 year old’s exploits to my sister over the phone recently, and it got me thinking about the nature of verbal narrative. Like – as I told the stories, I was aware of telling them specifically for her as my audience. I was aware of her imagining them as […]
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