Some time last week during my recuperation from a cold I took the time to log into into viennawaltzing so I could read the old entires I had locked away last April. In suspension was the cyclic wheel of work, study, reading, music, errands - and coughing a little, a little blue - I pried open one great marbly eyelid of time to vanish within. And maybe it's ( Read more... )

For New year's Eve my parents are planning on going back to the Wenty house during the day. When they come back they'll have my piano books with them - books I haven't touched since May when I broke down in my piano teacher's studio and she berated me, her voice shrilly climbing octaves like a chromatic scale. It was my last lesson and concluded ( Read more... )

Caught in the rain on Friday, my white skirts billowing, I hugged Ulysses closely to my chest, small goosebumps rising on my bare arms. Vine-like tendrils coiled around my neck as raindrops weighted down my hair and I took shelter in the entry way of Our Lady of the Sacred Heart church. Last evening, on the bus 393, I relinquished my seat to an ( Read more... )

The last few days have been an exercise in metaphorical weeding. I've been sorting through my possessions in preparation to moving. I think this one of those snapshot moments because so much of what I have dug up have been remnants of childhood and that gap after childhood when personas are assumed and discarded almost imperceptibly, like veils of ( Read more... )