You had to go. I remember the time your tent twisted up in a wind storm late at night and I screamed, ‘She is going to be destroyed’. G backed you out under the stars, I walked around with a flashlight looking for scars praying. You seduced me with your white leather seats, mood lights; […]
Author: falalablog
Writing, walking, reading, hiking, dreaming, laughing, sipping, making, napping, eating, more laughing, petting, snuggling, whiskers, wagging, smiling, imagining. Sun, sand, trees, waves, woods, flowers, rain, roots, shells, seeds, dogs, cats, caterpillars, spiders, earth............
Quotes
I love quotes. Here’s one by Flaubert, ‘Be regular and orderly in your life so that you may be violent and original in your work.’ This sits on my desk held by a cross-eyed cat. When I think my life is dull I replace the word dull with orderly so I can let my imagination loose with […]
Enough
A wizened old woman holding a cardboard sign, ‘104 years old trying to get a million likes’; a bombed out city I can’t pronounce, body pieces, need your help; a disfigured child, share and pray for me. I’m derailed. I had this job one summer. Please take this butter to my sister they don’t […]
Rush
Little silver needles, a French pattern, fingering merino/possum yarn. Two millimeter needles are bird bones. Eighty one stitches make me blind. I braille knit to keep the stitches from sliding into oblivion. This new language of wool. A faerie dress. Who sits with a possum, combing fur to spin, playing dead. I see it […]
Little Tetlee
A cold wind today. Spring is pushing against winter with bird song. I am hopeful and holed up by the fire with wool and milky tea. xo LA
Yesterday
I write when the words back up in my head as I stare out the window, sentences ricocheting into space. It’s like making soup with all the vegetables in the crisper about to expire. This was me yesterday, my head a snake pit of rhetoric firing randomly. I would write at five with a glass […]
Morning/Night
I have to be careful when I drink my morning coffee. G will have music playing; Native Flute, Oliver Schroer, Mary Anderson, Celtic Women, Hildegard Von Bingen, the Bach Suites, music to loosen dreams and help you slide into the day like a warm bath. Sometimes I knit and watch the river, the sun through […]
Cell
What are you for? Talking. Oh like a telephone, we have those. A very private talking you can have with you all the time. Hmmm. So I could ring and that person would be there. I don’t know if that will work for me. You see I do this. Hello, John, is Mary there. No, […]
Wool
I learned to knit. I wanted something to do when G and I drink. Something I could do with minimum supplies, a dog in my lap, music playing, G telling me about his day and wine. So I thought a ball of wool and needles. My grandmother was a knitter. She never touched a drink; […]
Hike
We follow the tracks of a snowmobile, the Russel and I on a frozen sidewalk. We head toward the river, a farm fence on the left. Rose stiffens and sniffs the air. Impaled on a metal post is a deer head. The eyes glazed and open, tongue swollen to one side, the ears soft and […]
