Upstairs someone was either crying or laughing.
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“Transmission”
The butcher’s knife slipped off the edge of an onion and into my fingertip and somehow just the idea of my blood on the cutting board seemed to freak everyone out, for fear I was infected.
“No one really about”
How the bell around the cat’s neck grates as she rubs her neck against the concrete. And we stopped caring so much about the cleanliness in our house. Which is counterintuitive because we were all home now all of the… Read More ›
Beneath a vernal moon
Just like it always did, the spring came back.
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There was a lot to celebrate still.
Song for April, 2008
It took me way too long to appreciate the nuance in that record, called April and released on April 1, 2008.
More news from nowhere
Lily practices the piano with her teacher on FaceTime and asks if he can teach her the song River, by Joni Mitchell.
Count the headlights on the highway
I drove into town to deposit a check around 8, Sunday morning, light fog and no one around.
Days, leaves, light
How the days unfurled unexpected and just hung there in the light.
The new normal
It was winter’s last gasp with wet snow in the lowlands and more expected in the mountain passes.
Bill Pearse 