Monday, December 6, 2010


I fell into a trance the other day, driving, and imagined my other (real?) (true?) life.  I was living in a dry, hot place, with swept pine floors, the color of dark amber.  On the mantel were shards - of glass, of clay; the shards of glass reflecting colors to the ceiling.   The walls were hung with memento mori......of whom I don't know, children and old ladies.  The curtains were woven of cobwebs and black bombazine.  I wore my long hair up in a pile held together with barkless twigs.  Outside the dusty windows was my garden.  I grew only tumbleweeds.