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This is, rather happily, the state of my life right now. Cut-out artwork is by the quirky and phenomenal Rob Ryan (don't miss his delightful Ryantown shop near London's Columbia Flower Market if you...
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The rain pounded against the black cab; flooded the gutters.We were not lost, but stuck. In traffic. In our wrong decision.Then rescued. Plucked from the side of the street in Lesley's Foxtons Mini....
View Articlewordless exchange
I've been ever-so-quiet in this space lately - I know. I feel the silence between posts and it provokes a gnawing in my forearms, as if the blog's in danger of drying up and blowing away if I don't...
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"I imagine the feelings of two people meeting again after many years. In the past they spent some time together, and therefore they think they are linked by the same experience, the same recollections....
View Articleattention: this is a live performance
"Why are you stingy with yourselves? Why are you holding back? What are you saving for — for another time? There are no other times. There is only now. Right now."— George BalanchineLives are changed...
View Articlewe journey afar to find our way back home
bear died in his dad's arms on sunday night. he was outside, where he wanted to be. his spirit went like a whisper; puff; gone.i don't know where it went exactly, but i am certain, like all those who...
View Articleo magnum mysterium
"Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice"— Basho 2010 winds.... the sounds of revelry and gentle snow - en thaw - grey lumplings arriving home with frozen cheeks and...
View Articleo, tempus incognitum
"And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been"— Rainer Maria RilkeTempus incognitum - unknown, uncharted time; that which has never happened nor will be repeated is what awaits...
View ArticleMoIA: Musee d'Art Impenetrable - imaginary wing
this is exactly what silence looks like in my head.buried behind an uninspiring stack of rubbish & rust. a simple concept intersected by low-hanging pipes -- that clank.and my brain is that white...
View Articlethe trouble with insomnia
"The armored cars of dreams, contrived to let us do so many a dangerous thing."- Elizabeth Bishop i'm up till 5 & 6 am these days... i can't sleep, i can't sleep... i know what the root of the...
View Articleyou & me
Michelle Williams stared at me in the night-quiet of a Brooklyn apartment. Lifted from a coffee table, she was shorn and reduced to 10 questions within Time's red and black oil-slick pages. One...
View Articlethe last chapter
The weekend was a train wreck.We'd come all this way, but not journeyed an inch of distance.And I knew that my life, what I expected, what I accepted - needed to drastically change."Learn the alchemy...
View Articlewhen at rope's end.... bake
do you remember when this blog was sing-songy and all i wrote about were things like candy drawers, wild unexpected jaunts and baked goods?i do.it was years ago. before notorious men, one cosmically...
View Articlepassover, with apologies, & oh so many liberties
My mom recycles calendars. She estimates that she's saved a little over $30 for every year that she has done this. It's an eccentric and slightly sheepish revelation that gives you a really good...
View Articleoh, marie.... vanities of queens & cake
Spring is here! See all that green grass laying cushion for the cake plate - who would have thought such lush life was hiding under those last crusts of snow and grey skies! Our toe-dip into spring...
View Articleoh & hey, i went to berlin
Hello there. Long time. This post is brought to you by Wim Wenders'Wings of Desire - I had very little to do with it. Frankly, until watching Wings of Desire last night, I'd thought about shutting this...
View Articleberlin, part ii
Toward the end of Wings of Desire, there is a sort of Psalm recitation. A soliloquy voice-over about what we long for and think about as children that remains a thruline throughout our lives."On every...
View Articlein honor of august: squash cake
I looked at the calendar today and I saw that August is over.August. Over.How can that be? I had no sense of it coming. This is what happens when your schedule is your own and you have no real use for...
View Articleabsence & space holders
You can forgive me for the irreverent gruesomeness of the photo - can't you? You can forgive me because it's in the middle of the night and I leave on a plane in a few hours and could so easily have...
View Articlecardboard box algebra
it's mabon... which you probably only know if you are a pagan. or if you've been clinging to the equinox - looking forward to the balance of dark and light.the picture above is by samuel palmer, who...
View Articlemake this bread
I'm a week late for Rosh Hashanah, but the faux challah (no eggs - but honey! hence it's appropriateness!) I made in honor of the Jewish New Year is simply too great not to mention. And since October...
View Articleout of the rafters came the barn owl
"The breezes taste of apple peel. The air is full of smells to feel..." - John UpdikeAnd barn owls, Mr. Updike. Don't forget about the barn owls, who swoop down into October, defining it.Or steaming...
View Articlenovember koan
maybe if i were walking in your direction, i could tell you what i had to sayPhoto is by Daniela Edburg.
View Articlethings are changing...
slowly. surely. slowly, slowly.till i've come full metamorphosis, you can keep up with me in the twittasphere a little more regularly.photo is by my multi-talented ballerina / stop motion maker /...
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