k ate a rabbit corpse, patrick said he heard the bones cracking like wood in fire, later put my ear to his stomach to listen for the sound, wanting something like bugs bunny ears in a witch’s cauldron, bubbling bile purse, pulsating sac of acid rabbit, but no hare of a sound poked through, just a heartbeat, my ear on fur, if i could remember putting my toddler head to my mom’s abdomen listening for my little brother inside, i don’t, i’m sure i did, the piano tuner begrudgingly accepting my tip with a gee whiz, later saying if i had my rather’s in regards to where the piano should be placed in a house, memory like gossamer, memory like fog, memory like implanted organ, call it incommensurable doubt
• 23 May 2013 • 4 notes
“At times I feel as if I had lived all this before and that I have already written these very words, but I know it was not I: it was another woman, who kept her notebooks so that one day I could use them. I write, she wrote, the memory is fragile and the space of a single life, passing so quickly that we never get a chance to see the relationship between events; we cannot gauge the consequences of our acts, and we believe in the fiction of past, present, and future, but it may also be true that everything happens simultaneously…And now I seek my hatred and cannot seem to find it.”
— Isabel Allende, The House of the Spirits
• 10 December 2011 • 24 notes
Li-Young Lee - “Mnemonic”
from his collection Rose
Once, I was cold. So my father took off his blue sweater.
• 7 December 2011 • 10 notes
Last day of work at St. Joseph Montessori School in Columbus, June or July 2011.
• 19 October 2011 • 50 notes
From when I first lived in Columbus at Monster House, probably late January, early February 2010.
• 19 October 2011 • 69 notes