So this morning I made a list of obsessions and you were on it. And waiting, and forgiveness, and five-dollar bills, and despots, telescopes, anonymity, beauty, silent comedy, and waiting. I could forswear all these things and just crawl back into the bed you and I once slept in. What would happen then? Play any … Continue reading The August Preoccupations – Catherine Barnett
Michelle opens the front door of Red Maple ("CASH ONLY: NO CARDS") and I step inside. Bright everywhere. Our mid-sixties server ties her hair with one hand and takes our order with the other. In the booth across from ours, old men with leather jackets and plain white socks scratch off lottery tickets with sausage … Continue reading saturday morning in ordinary time
The hours hinge into each other. I spent pretty much all of Statistics looking through the window. There's a tree in the courtyard, and yesterday morning it was snowing. Pale snow flaking pale thin branches. Like light breathing. Michelle and I read Murakami's "On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl On a Beautiful April Morning." People … Continue reading It is winter and it is well
Part of why I keep a diary is because writing is the antidote to forgetting. I'm terrified of loss, though I'll be the first to admit that trying to keep your memory is a bit like fighting a losing war. I don't remember what I ate for breakfast yesterday or when my next History exam … Continue reading What Are You Looking At?
It's May 6 (!) and the 'r' months are firmly behind us. In the mornings, as I walk to school, my sandals get caught in the mud. I try to avoid trampling the small, eager wildflowers that dot the path along the baseball field. I'm not sure what their names are; my Google searches, though … Continue reading The world is green-ing and we are green-ing with it