As I ascended to street level from the staircase of the subway from the Grand blue line stop, the smell of candles filled my nostrils. It was a delightful smell; in fact, one of my favorite scents of all is that of a freshly-extinguished candle. It was like a glimmer of hope burning to remind […]Read more "The Candle Wick Lights the Autumn Sky"
Still she haunts me phantomwise, Alice moving under skies, Never seen by waking eyes. – “Boat Beneath a Sunny Sky” from Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll During my senior year of college in 2010, I had a dream that I was standing in the middle of a giant dome building with white walls and bright natural […]Read more "Failure to Ascend: Trapped in the Staircase"
Hidden places are of course internal and external and both literal and figurative. So the literal hidden place is both Toni Patisserie and the Cultural Center. These were the places where I met and fell in love with an artist, with my city of origin, and most crucially with myself again. And the figurative hidden […]Read more "Hidden Places: Final Reflections"
A box of acrylic paints peeked out from underneath a cardboard box topped with a blank canvas and this gave me an idea. We painted together. My brush strokes were delicate and small, bright and colorful, whereas his were large and sweeping with dark, deep colors. The combination could have worked until he announced, “Oh! […]Read more "Lightly Colored Specks of Paint"
I am tired of posturing and pretense Loud music and screaming solicitude. I want to tell you that I keep finding beauty in you, I want to look into your eyes. The imposition is implied, and the conversation that is wanted to be had simply gestures itself through a masked incarnate of what could have […]Read more "Cruises for Crushes"
There is something that it is like to be a twenty-five year old woman living in an urban area. Let me tell you about it. It is a Saturday night in Chicago and the invite is for a going-away party but she does not know the hosts. These parties are meant to include the slight-strangers, […]Read more "Self-Mythology and Other Tales of a Lost Ego Trying to Find Itself"
Cardinal crashes as wings disperse and dissolve Leaving puzzle pieces upon a floor as its only trace. A sight so terrifying and disturbing, I must escape to the hills with the children, and amidst them an old man tells me the secret of the fields. I walk on lavender and sink into a calm. One […]Read more "Dream images in poetic form."
I wish I were living cinema. Some people are like that, I think. I have seen it before. They move and while watching them you become transfixed in something in the flow of their movement and it does not seem real. Sometimes it seems to happen in slow motion, like watching someone light up during […]Read more "Spiritual echoes."