Swimming in the dark

And so begins the great lengthening of the light: two minutes today, more tomorrow, and on and on until June 21. You’re sitting right now in darkness lit by a glowing tree. You’re remembering light, and people, past and present, dear to you. Fireflies, little magicians of bioluminescence. You spent so many days, this long … Continue reading Swimming in the dark

Stand before a bookcase, close your eyes, pick a book, open it up, jab your finger down on the page, and use that sentence as your opening

“…together, country-western on the radio.” Johnny Cash. Tammy Wynette. Dolly Parton. Loretta Lynn. Lynn Anderson. Hank Williams. Glen Campbell. Johnny Cash. Johnny Cash. Has Johnny Cash been mentioned? Johnny Cash. These are the country-western singers you grew up with, the ones who were on the radio in the station wagon as you and your family … Continue reading Stand before a bookcase, close your eyes, pick a book, open it up, jab your finger down on the page, and use that sentence as your opening

She commits to writing a blog entry on the first suggestion that comes her way

. . . and the first suggestion that comes her way is “what love is.” In keeping with the spirit of the thing, she closes her eyes, blindly points the cursor in her photo file, and clicks, in the belief that whatever photo presents itself will have an intrinsic connection to the theme. Take a … Continue reading She commits to writing a blog entry on the first suggestion that comes her way