The loom of distance; the largesse of darkness
(A Memoir) For Schatz, Since the year began, I have been waking up thinking about what I should not be thinking. My thoughts were already contaminated, and each time I looked in the mirror, the reflection seemed less like me and more like someone else. The image depicted in a dress would lose its distinctness…
The deep end of the pool
( Memoir) February is winding up. It is the last day of the month. The next day had to be Monday. And oh, how I dread Mondays, or maybe not so much the day as the place I get to work. And with this stifling anxiety, I keep wanting to look the other way. I…
My heart gets really punctured
Memoir I am walking, heading to the shops. The day is not even dreary, but my heart is sad and forlorn. Nothing feels like the usual long-ago excitement and awe. As a matter of fact, everything is certainly wrong; even the steep winding road, which has always been gentle, turns out merely awkward and dangerous,…
Scarred Normalcy 2
(If you have not read part 1 of this story, click here ) https://sifaremmy.wordpress.com/2024/02/25/scarred-normalcy/ Suddenly, I feel her behind me—a thrill to know. Then it is the sound of her strides following me first, then slowly as they begin to fade. But be all as it may, I am surely not running that fast. I…
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