Posts Tagged ‘love’
A hundred years ago a clock stopped and its hands show the same hour and minute to the city forever. In the back of a stone house there is a crack in the window and a plaque beneath it reads the hour and minute of the damage. The moment you fall in love. They say [...]
Have you ever met an old ex-pat in a foreign country, a refugee of lost love and a prospector of new chases? I am trying new forms. I am thinking of dropping computer type for handwriting. I am going to work on this for the next few episodes, and see where it goes.
I have not yet learned to sleep through the call to prayer
by Somerled on January 7, 2011 at 7:53 amI have not yet learned how to sleep through the call to prayer. It carries over the rooftops, ten thousand loudspeakers just out of sync, a rondo of monophonic voices that sweeps me into the seventh century. The call is both far and close; it is, like the Southern Cross, a whisper from another time. [...]
He appeared one day smack in the middle of the living room, and let me just say this: if it had been your apartment, your eyes he looked into as he twitched his adorable little whiskers, you would have adopted him, too. But Katherine was disgusted with me. “Kill it!” she shrieked the instant she [...]
Have you ever fallen out of love? Did it come suddenly, inexplicably, or did it sneak up on you? Were you out of love for a long time before even realizing?
I haven’t been able to write. I have ideas, ideas are never the problem. Rather, ideas are exactly the problem: they keep me awake at night, sabotage any attempt to capture them, turn against me on the page. So I printed my old stories and cut them into pieces. I shuffled the small ones and [...]