Red Cedar
More apocalypse, less angst
Category: Me
The crux.
The bullet-point version of what I just wrote: I just got back from Ottawa I’m leaving for Eugene next week I’m busy working on a book I got a new job in my department (probably) I hung out at the National Gallery yesterday and… Continue Reading “The crux.”
After one and before another.
Okay. It’s been ten days. Enough of the silence already! I’m deafened by my own reluctance to type in the box and hit publish. I even missed marking my 3rd blog anniversary (which was the 11th) cause I haven’t been so enthused lately with… Continue Reading “After one and before another.”
If my body was a house….
If my body was a house, I would be shuttering the windows right now, closing the doors around my heart and crawling under the quilts in the bedroom at the centre. This image is so present, as I detach myself day by day and… Continue Reading “If my body was a house….”
Direction.
Itching to get out of here – Ottawa, Oregon, anywhere – all just over the horizon and this stasis has got me down at the moment. Just 10 more days and a planeride and I’ll be east, three more weeks and a trainride and… Continue Reading “Direction.”
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