I have never been quite sure of the first sentence, but what is the worst that could happen—a shrug or an equally adequate reaction? At least words, continue reading
Tag: words
Dilemmas of my own
I wonder what it would be like if my surname were Young, if it would suit me, especially now, in my late forties, when I feel anything but young. Unfortunately, none of the twelve shillings’ worth of words occupying my desk brings anything continue reading
One could always use a fountain pen
When did we stop using fountain pens? I used to like the blue scribbles on the pages of my notebook. And why would someone else’s words, if one found them not worth the ink, still be kept in the ethereal depths continue reading
The anatomy lesson
I remember you asking me, what if the only autobiography is a few stains on the shower curtain and an online shopping history? Would I regret it? As we stand on the crowded bus, my fingertips brush against the spine continue reading
That long glance
He was probably a little more articulated than most of his peers, and at that point, too deprived of any further illusions to stand the excess of their attention without even a single bitter note. ... continue reading
Deceptive meadow
The poet would likely find better words, but Mr. Nothing only ventured to repeat after a song, as tormented by the myriads ... continue reading
Untouchably close
They sat next to each other. He tried to rewrite her name in his untrained jiǎntǐzì. She amusedly tilted her head at the sound of his tongue twisters. Their doors were closed, ... continue reading
a brew
i must be alive, since i am writing this stanza after i walked you home and said goodnight, even though it was morning. i must be alive. ... continue reading
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