She steadily works the beads over with her left hand, doing laps around her right wrist. It’s early, or late, and still dark. The full moon hangs low; it’s all the light she needs. She didn’t sleep much this night nearly ended, mind racing. Maybe – yes, perhaps, now – it’s possible. All things seem… Continue reading
Galleries
In pieces we reassemble with edges a little more ragged. I am, and am exactly where I need to be in this minute of faded normal. So easy to recall, to fall back into blurry dreaming. You know, don’t you? That briefest in-between – by pixel, by shadow, by ones and zeros – through viscous… Continue reading
Musings on the day
Most mornings arrive with minimal fanfare, or advance warning that, by day’s end, anything of consequence will have transpired. Most mornings dawn in the ordinary fashion. Most mornings, while still in bed, I first check non-work emails (mostly junk, only very occasionally something from a real person), then any text messages to have arrived overnight… Continue reading Musings on the day
caroline ridgway 