Author Archives: MEY
Memoria
Human * * Mother * * Wife1 Human * * Mother * * Wife2 Human * * Mother * * Wife3 Human * * Mother * * Wife4 Human * * Child * * YoungestChild Human * * Child * … Continue reading
Expectation
This post is part of a series. See “Intermittent” for details. Sunday, 26 October Tom gets to know the newest appliance. He is the engineer exploring the possibilities. He is curious and intent, focused, one hand on his hip, the … Continue reading
Today
This post is part of a series. See “Intermittent” for details. Friday, 24 October Today I am stone impervious silent studied dense and grainy I am land weathering humanity indigenous and foreign humble and hostile wholly broken I am still … Continue reading
Bitten at Yule-tide
Yesterday the news bug bit. Here are the results – stories on indigenous rights, literature, health rights, law and courts across the world, and more! The condensed listing directly links to articles. The extended version (“read more”) is indexed with … Continue reading
One Day in Libra
This post is part of a series. See “Intermittent” for details. Tuesday, 21 October curtain of water steady and soft absorbed ~ ~ ~ echoed by a flat tarred roof burnt leaves calm down the earth ~ ~ ~ orator … Continue reading
Of Osiris
This post is part of a series. See “Intermittent” for details. Saturday, 18 October Morning. Bus trip with a club through the Ardennes. The moon still shows on a blue sky over autumn trees. Mist covers fields. Muddy cows graze. … Continue reading
Pink Bugs
This post is part of a series. See “Intermittent” for details. Thursday, 16 October Dream. Takes place in a house that I don’t recognize. Feels like it is in the US; the people seem USian though they are varied in … Continue reading
Intermittent
“Intermittent” is the first in a series of journal entries excerpted during my month absence from DotP. Titles, more often than not, are indiscriminately selected from excerpts. Excerpts, more often than not, are well diced and lightly edited.
Tori Sings
Nostalgic days these are. Dining at an Italian pizzeria in Flanders, Belgium, I hear the debut album Little Earthquakes of Tori Amos, and am taken back to 1993. A high school friend and I moved into an apartment for the … Continue reading
Falling
1 October 2008 A lit candle sits before me, and I am grateful for the fall’s blessings. For there to be possibility, we must leave some paths; to pursue one path for a time means to leave other paths behind. … Continue reading