Out there, there are the trees I didn’t climb,
The mountains I didn’t ascend,
Category Unprompted
Original writing, unassigned, unprompted
Where to
It’s almost a year since we had arrived to our first session together, on a Friday night. We would spend together eight hours of most weekends over the next 5 months, but on that night, we were still strangers.
On that night, a year ago, I got there early. The first people I met were Janet and Ashley. They were likewise early. The studio was closed, so we went around the block for a cup of tea. The tea had spices in it. Continue reading “Where to”
Healing
The waiting room is the Live Oak lodge’s porch. I wait, slouched on a wooden chair, feet up on the railing, gaze North East and skyward. To my left, UMa is dipping big time; straight ahead, the Cassiopeia is rising, Perseus follows her. The Saturn has gone direct today, or so the shaman said.
A meteor shoots just over the horizon. Soon there will be more of them. Sunny walks out of the lodge. “You are up,” she says. Into the lodge, and up the stairs, to the loft, I go. Continue reading “Healing”
Shadow’s Heart
“I’ll take your heart. We’ll need it later,” and she reached her hand deep inside his chest, and she pulled it out with something ruby and pulsing held between her sharp fingernails. It was the color of pigeon’s blood, and it was made of pure light. Rhythmically it expanded and contracted.
-Neil Gaiman, “American Gods”
Monday Evening Company
Hi, what are you up to? I text Tom on a Monday. Working late, he responds, as he does sometimes.
Another friend who occasionally claims to enjoy my company said he’d be in town Monday evening. Hi, wanna meet for a drink after my assisting gig? I text him. Sorry, no, he replies, I’ll be too far still.
And so I stop by a store, have a snack alone, go home alone, go to bed alone. Except I am not. Continue reading “Monday Evening Company”
Love letters understated 