gyrmination

Clouds of bubbles fitted in among the shards of tea leaves in my tea bag. There must be millions of them squirming around as the bag bobbles, vying to move upward, to surface, to breathe. Who is keeping track of them all? Do they all disappear or at least take a breather when I’m not [...]

Brian’s eyes are in flight. They are pinched like cookie dough, his shoulders permanently arched toward his neck. My own eyes are pinched, they swat away the more capricious rays, funnel inward. I carry them in a haze, and drive. But as the sonata progresses, the cats stir and slink around the piano. Mimi, Goma [...]

“Do you work here?” the lady asked. “No I don’t,” I said. “Oh. It just seemed like you belonged here.” … His face contorted into a plaintive raisin, the edge of two chasms, miscomprehension and incredulity. How could I be so assertive? Just how was I so sure I was right? It was too shocking. [...]

Ahhh, that’s it. That’s America. Sweeping down the long stretches of pavement, darkening air damp with the unmistakable scent of freshly-mowed grass. And all scents of spring color my thought. Mossy dead water. A skunk passed here. Freshly washed clothes out to dry. I push harder uphill, into a current of sweetness. The SUV’s zip [...]

Junebug captures for me the essence of return. The return not merely a retracing of footsteps, but a transcendence of thick curtains of carven emotion, the return to an old tree stump that, weathered, still bears a lover’s promise, nearly as indelible as the mark of memory. The still images brim with latent energy, or [...]