“HOW can you talk like that to them?”
she gets asked so often
from the ones who come for two weeks
and then go home.
“it’s easy for you to say.
you are a tourist.
but i am a racist.”
for those of us who stay here our love is fiercer than our impatience and frustration.
otherwise we’d leave.
but to those who [...]
“what does it mean to you when i do like this?” Emma asks me holding her arms out in front of her and making two fists with the thumbs stuck inside. I mimic her and shrug my shoulders. she explains. “in Germany we say, please hold your thumbs that i may have good luck.”
“AH, [...]
the air is so thik and unrelenting at night that i’ve taken to soaking a thin wrap skirt in cold water and draping it over my skin for relief. still i’m often awake past 2 am.
i woke to the morning early but couldn’t bring myself to get out of bed until 10am when i [...]
I like mysterious things. the key is to recognize a good mystery when i see one and then remember to like it precisely for it’s unexplainedness otherwise i wind up in a disapointment or frustration.
today i woke up at Kleine Emma. Sort of. in the sense that i hadn’t really slept too well. [...]
Morning pages are supposed to be writen in the morning. a meditation, a clearing out for the creative filling up, a therapy….i often write them in the afternoon, or in bits and pieces throughout the day. i forget, i remember, i argue with myself, i give in and write, i feel restless and [...]
We run in the rain like small girls. lightening plays hide and seek as the stream of pedestrians part for us. she leans in and laughs, it’s like a joke, how they get out of the way. inside, sitting, drying off slowly, i shiver in the rained on air that comes in [...]
It is raining. the sky bangs on the clouds like a drum. the rain crescendoes, the sky an energetic grey. the sky cracks open lightening licks the sky and it’s more like a flash of light behind my eyes . it’s there yet somehow not in a place. thunder rolled like hills, [...]
