Remember when I didn’t do this back in December but there’s no time like the present to think about the past? January: “Bunny is a Rider,” Caroline Polachek February: “Oye Como Va,” Santana March: “Julien,” Carly Rae Jepsen April: “You’re Gonna Make It,” Dope Saint Jude May: “Company,” from Company June: “The Game of Love,”Continue reading “My Year in Song”
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A byte of midweek reading…
Or, flash nonfiction Last week I published a short creative nonfiction piece in the Women* Writing Berlin Lab Magazine, something I’d been working on for a while that dealt with something from an even longer while ago. A lot of my recent work has confronted, examined, and/or come to terms with memory, of which thisContinue reading “A byte of midweek reading…”
Denial! Betrayal! C. S. Lewis!
Or, the Triduum Well, friends, here we are, in the sweet spot between Good Friday and Easter Sunday, the night of vigils and multiple readings of Scripture. Lifelong literature student and irrevocable cultural Catholic that I am—and having spent much of the past week down with a flu that’s been going around—I’ve seized upon thisContinue reading “Denial! Betrayal! C. S. Lewis!”
My Year in Song
In which I do just what I did last year Songs either that I listened to a lot or that represented my state of mind that month. Spotify can do its best, but to wrap me up? Can’t be done. January: “De Noite na Cama,” Erasmo Carlos February: “Cruel Sexuality,” La Roux March: “I KnowContinue reading “My Year in Song”
NaNoWriMo???
In which I take a month’s inventory November is National Novel Writing Month, as the US-based organization attempting to bully us into drafting 50,000 words would have us believe. I’ll mention it in passing to non-Americans who look at me as if I’ve just thrown in a dialect word, and, in a way, I have.Continue reading “NaNoWriMo???”
Edie, Again
A costumed tribute Halloween weekend was a strange one this year, and I had to delay and transform some planned things. It turned out to suit the personality I evoked, who was always fashionably late. Today marks fifty years since we lost Edith Minturn Sedgwick. I didn’t foresee at the time I first explored herContinue reading “Edie, Again”
From Köln Cathedral
• I nearly set fire to something yesterday out of laziness lying on the floor in the little room I’d rented on the outskirts of a city even stranger than the one I was trying to call home. Even the word home carries a note of strangeness now, as if I am only just discoveringContinue reading “From Köln Cathedral”
April Snow
• This is the walk she knows they will never take: down the jealous sidewalk where every step’s a stumble, across volcano train tracks sleepy in sunlight and screeching at the moon, toward the glassy freshwater air and the green that spills down into skirted diamond current where she kicks off her shoes without thought,Continue reading “April Snow”
How ‘Bout Them Apples?
• How do you like them apples now? I hear The anthem being taken up. And yet The tune is faint and easy to forget If panic has not stuck it in your ear, Or drummed it down into your bones, or lodged It in the antechambers of your heart, Reminding you, should revolution start,Continue reading “How ‘Bout Them Apples?”
Who Wants a Lover?
• Who wants a lover this Valentine’s Day? Who wants a meaningless fling? Who wants a romance with no consequences, No major commitments, just minor offenses, No number, no text, and no ring? Who wants a lover this fourteenth of Feb? Who wants a roll in the hay? Who wants next morning to sayContinue reading “Who Wants a Lover?”