Tag Archives: Morrissey

November spawned a monster

Posted on November 27, 2016 by pinklightsabre

Rainy Thursday morning, Thanksgiving at the lake, all to myself. The level’s come up to the rocks, nowhere to sit. Ginger has a private crap somewhere in the trees. The rain makes a pattern across the surface, little black dots rippling, … Continue reading →

Posted in musings | Tagged Cooks Illustrated, James Beard, Kevin Brennan, Memoir, Morrissey, Morrissey Larry King interview, Orwell 1984, Thanksgiving, The Smiths, William Pearse writer | 28 Comments

Deep impression by a shallow pool

Posted on July 10, 2016 by pinklightsabre

Gray smear of a Saturday too wet for yard work, it still seems everyone’s gone since the Fourth. You can hear a car engine coming a way’s away, they cut arcs around the bend and go in and out like … Continue reading →

Posted in writing | Tagged creative nonfiction, Horcrux, humor, Memoir, Morrissey, parallax view, poetry, prose, the nature of art, The Smiths, The Smurfs, William Pearse writer | 9 Comments

‘Is evil something you are, or something you do?’

Posted on November 5, 2015 by pinklightsabre

We’ve hung a roadside atlas of Scotland over the door in our flat, draped there like something we shot and dragged in for drying — it looks so big on paper, but you can see much of it we’ve covered … Continue reading →

Posted in travel, writing | Tagged Dirty Franks, Guy Fawkes, home schooling, humor, Inverness, Morrissey, parenting, Philadelphia, Pittsburgh, Raymond Carver, Scottish bars, Scottish history, Seattle, writing, writing process | 25 Comments

Meet me at the cemetry gates

Posted on September 30, 2015 by pinklightsabre

We dropped the kids off for their first day of German school, their first class French — French taught in German — and I walked to the cemetery by the Realschule, where we’ve started our third week of German classes, … Continue reading →

| Tagged death, expats, fall poetry, foodie, French culture, German culture, home schooling, humor, linkedin, Morrissey, Music, parenting, poetry, The Smiths, WWII | 26 Comments

“Helpless”

Posted on February 4, 2015 by pinklightsabre

I don’t think my parents liked me having the bedroom door closed when Marie was over, but it wasn’t tightly enforced. We closed the door and smiled at each other: there wasn’t anywhere else to sit in my room, just … Continue reading →

Posted in writing | Tagged Catcher in the Rye, coming of age, English class, growing up in the 80s, highschool girlfriend, Memoir, Morrissey, Neil Young, parenting, prom, puberty, technology, The Cure, The Smiths, writing | 22 Comments

The Golden Hour of Knowing, The Witchcraft of Writing

Posted on December 5, 2013 by pinklightsabre

I repositioned a photo of my dad in a mirror over the fireplace in our den. It’s odd because I look at the mirror and see myself, and also see him in the corner, and I look at both of … Continue reading →

Posted in writing | Tagged art, blogging, christmas, DPchallenge, existentialism, Morrissey, Music, philosophy, poetry, postaday, sorcery, supernatural, The Smiths, writing | 6 Comments

Quality, Popularity

Posted on May 11, 2013 by pinklightsabre

These two don’t always go together. Businesses that grow from a quality product struggle to maintain it once they get big; they pay consultants to help them remember what it was like to be small. Morrissey said, “Fame, fame, fatal … Continue reading →

Posted in music | Tagged 15 minutes of fame, Bob Dylan, DPchallenge, Morrissey, Music, NPR, Popular music, postaday, Stooges | 2 Comments