Tag: Childhood

• May 16, 2012

  Fan of an altostratus, pastel and askew

  Her An hour ago, our skin, akin to clawed clay, came and combed in teeth of amethyst and bone–oh, you know, just a precipitous cappuccino. Me “Clawed clay” is so well described. I’d only add: the molten lava, like Jupiter’s eye and the top-hatted man holding up his rather sad umbrella. Her A chimney sweep’s…
• March 6, 2012

  Childhood… tire swings… growing up: A spiritual exercise in drawing material inferences

  3.5 Morning. You’re welcome, and I’d be delighted. An aside: I love opening these rainbow colored documents and not at first being able to tell whose voice is whose. Did I say that? Did you? Does it matter? Well, no. Good morning, A. Not sure exactly what this document is. Reminders to me? Notes to…
• March 5, 2012

  On walking home from school

  I said, “If ever I have a girl, I would like to name her Marilynne. Wouldn’t that be something?” She said, “I think it would be something if you could name a daughter Marilynne.” I must have been 8 years old when I first started walking home from school. That would have put me in…