A little something different for a Spring weekend, whatever the weather? Sylvia Plath’s Mad Girl’s Love Song is one of my favorite poems from my teenage years. Recently, something reminded me of the words, “I think I made you up inside my head,” and I found myself searching out this classic example of the villanelle […]
Variations on House Jazz for a Lazy Sunday
One. The ginger cat, posing like a sphinx on the gray front stoop, fives and tens stuffed in the glass vase on Mary Jo’s mantel, Michael Royal’s thin fingers on the clean white keys, folding chairs in the red kitchen, in the green salon, on the sloping screen porch, night’s emerging heat, its low music, […]
The Morning View After a Win
“It’s all about the glasses,” he said. I shot him a glance. He grinned. “How can you type without looking?” I just smiled. And kept typing. Like a little Cheshire cat with a cup of coffee by the bed. “If you pass me my glasses I can see what you’re doing.” “I’m not sure I […]
Statements On a March Day, Like Any Other
Statements of belief, free form.
Letters, Writ Small, for Nathalie Sarraute
Nathalie Sarraute was one of the initiators of the nouveaux romans genre of novel-writing, a style that shuns the use of traditional narrative techniques, such as plot structure, characters, and setting. Instead, Sarraute and other practitioners of the “new novel” focus on presenting precise, objective narratives that are often episodic in nature and call upon […]
Gender Roles: Virile Verbs, Apathetic Adverbs, Nouns in the Nunnery
Musing on gender stereotypes, parts of speech, and love.
Paper
Yesterday began maliciously: my laptop’s functioning ground to a near halt. Everything from word documents to image files to internet access was stalled. Nightmare. I spent a considerable chunk of the day running scans and updates, dealing with the frustration of not having what I needed on the backup computer. So I resorted to paper. […]
Page 19
Telling a story, and turning a page.
Cuppa, cuppa, cuppa, cappa Thanks!
Sonnet Bonnet? Ach du lieber, Friday eve is here! No hot man with whom to pass my time. Thinking I’ll distract myself with cheer – Cappuccino couplets filled with rhyme? Might I ponder other things to do? A fine male chest that always makes me smile? I would find that cool now wouldn’t you? Or […]
How to Tell a Friend the Truth (When it Hurts)
Did you attend the Fletcher School of Diplomacy? No? How about the Parental School of Hard Knocks? The Dating School of Hard Knocks? Any of these might serve as some assistance. You know – in those sticky situations when a friend needs to hear the truth. A hard truth. One that will hurt, and there’s […]