I found a moth on my kitchen window, climbing up the screen. It was a large moth, close to an inch, I think— I didn’t measure, and it seemed confused by endless mesh beneath its legs, its feet— fragile, if moths have them, I didn’t check— and morning’s heat, the lack of exits, how it … More Things Immaterial
I’ve been thinking about aromas. When I was in college, the popular scent was patchouli. You could smell it in classrooms, dorms, practice rooms, the library…pretty much everywhere. I could never understand why women liked it. To me, it smelled like dirt. And not that fresh soil smell that rises into the air after a … More Hunger
A year or so ago I wished for a black hole. It was an impossible wish, of course, and as the months passed, I chided myself for what seemed a whimsical descent into fancy. A black hole? In my lifetime? I would never be that lucky. So, I forgot about it…until the above image appeared … More Metaphors
