My answering machine is empty, but it isn’t even a machine anymore, is it? Time was when it used to be an actual audiotape. Granted, it was tiny, but I could see it spinning around in its casing, recording strangers, friends, or even dead air. And I would come home from a long day out, … Continue reading When Answering Machines Used Tapes
The rain in the street washes down to the gutter while birds stand watch on telephone wires. Dark night drifts like a cloud over parked cars and finely dressed homeless men. Every day at this time, in these places, life is distinguishable from death by the thinnest of threads, by the nodding of heads as … Continue reading Every Day
If my week were a playlist, it would be: 1. Winter – The Rolling Stones “It sure been a hard, hard winter My feet been draggin’ ‘cross the ground And I hope it’s gonna be a long hot summer And a lotta love will be burnin’ bright.” 2. Dreams – The Cranberries “And now I … Continue reading My Week as a Playlist
My phoneographic journey through Newport, my village, my neighborhood. I introduced you to the village in my previous post, but that was through words. This is through phoneography, the daily post challenge of the week. Enjoy! I spent a lot of time at the local library, which isn’t much bigger than my house but feels … Continue reading Welcome to Newport, Part 2: My Phoneographic Journey
The soft rain, invisible to the naked eye Falling gingerly down from heaven Genteel in its muted cacophony Painting the street a somber gray Filling in the subtle mid-vales With shallow pools reflecting light Trailing in their wake This young couple, heedless Passing under dull lamps Posted sentinels announcing fair Pale umbrella shielding hair Every … Continue reading By Pale Lamplight (Inspired by a Leonid Afremov painting)
What I remember most about my dad were his shoelaces, slapping against the asphalt as he came out to greet me at the bus stop every day. I guess it was about convenience for him at the time, but to a six-year old it just seemed sloppy. I can still clearly recall him standing at … Continue reading My Dad’s Shoelaces: A Short Story
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