Saturday laid out like a buffet table – sweet or savory?

Words feel different in the morning sunlight.

Venetian blinds of Vermont.

Fitz the house cat presides like a Sphinx.

Chimeras and half-humans run the autocracy.

Political concepts keep breaking apart at the feet of our real lives.

de Certeau: “the practice of everyday life.”

The bedside table cannot hold everything I need for rest.

New music comes to me, unexpectedly, like a butterfly to my shoulder.

I struggle to impart the lessons I’ve learned to my children.

What are you thinking right now?

Sometimes, declarative sentences – singular, muscular even – are the best we can do.

I’ve forgotten the names of the house plants.

Speaking Spanish to think like someone else.