Have you ever wondered why a person might wrap her body around with so many stories and excuses and mythologies, when all the fears and secrets she has are perfectly ordinary, perfectly visible anyway?
Posts Tagged ‘mystery’
Your window faced mine that summer, and every night we passed each other notes across the narrow alley. We were four stories above what used to be a canal. The buildings still lean in, as if they would crash together without the buttresses. The first time I saw you, you were tossing origami flowers, doves, [...]
For just this night, I want us to forget the facts we know. I want the clock to stretch twelve midnight to thirteen, the wind to blow from a direction our compass and our plumb line cannot find. Halloween was delivered to us, a relic in a box of ash. We burned the witches to [...]
I have found the notes you hide. The first—not of your notes but of the ones I found—was stuffed in the window of a city bus. I saw it was a page from a larger work, numbered 27 and beginning in the middle of a conversation. I liked that message. Don’t we all meet in [...]
When I finally found my camera it was back at my table at the café, exactly where I had left it to pay. How did you know I would come back? Perhaps you returned every day, set the camera down and watched. It is such a crowded café. I suppose the owner must have been [...]
The image in this installment is derived from one connected with a movement called Anonymous. They are holding demonstrations this weekend. Has anonymity ever made you more honest, or made someone more honest with you? Have you lived somewhere no one knew you? Is anonymity good for freedom of information and expression?