Tag Archives: Philly

Sun-day Afternoon

The song playing in my mind (and now on my laptop) is “Tuesday Afternoon” by the Moody Blues, although for the better part of three hours I was singing “Sunday afternoon” to myself. Tuesday, afternoon, I’m just beginning to see, … Continue reading

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Sunday morning cafe

I get lost in words — on the page, spoken by others around me, the new ones that swirl with the old ones in my head. Smells, sweet and savory, waft in my direction and then move swiftly away. The … Continue reading

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Winter sun

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A Christmas story

My father’s birthday falls about a week before Christmas and for the past several years my siblings and I have had some local chocolates delivered to his place of business. There is much fanfare, his employees are also able to … Continue reading

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Slip and fall

  The almost-gash on my leg, just below my knee, refuses to bleed. The indentation, the size of a large staple, taunts me as if it is daring me to take a closer look, knowing full well that the sight … Continue reading

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Size matters

When Y asked me to reflect on what elements or affordances characterized this past year as simply sublime, I was momentarily rendered speechless. Everything, I wanted to say – that is to say, nothing: no appointments on my calendar for … Continue reading

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the folly of language

There’s much fun to be had at the expense of the English language — that is to say, at the expense of the version of English spoken here in the States: We park in driveways and drive on parkways. One … Continue reading

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after the rain

Earlier this week, storm clouds — cirrus, I think, with their thin, layered, sheetlike behavior — tumbled through overhead to deliver to our region the gifts of rain that mimicked the clouds by falling in sheets, unruly winds, and the … Continue reading

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it’s the people, stupid

While contemplating ways to turn my sabbatical into a full time gig, another thought has been slow to develop, awaiting, it seems, for the right combination of stop bath and fixer to come together for the image to render. The … Continue reading

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preparing to leave and return again

Just six weeks ago I returned to the States and this weekend, as I gathered my things once again in preparation to leave another time, the cab ride home from the airport kept playing in my mind. I had brought … Continue reading

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perfect day with a side of fleeting bird

This is the sky above me as I attempt some writing at a local cafe. As the words are not flowing, I am allowing myself some creative procrastination that has come in the form of several unsent tweets, responding to … Continue reading

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cities and books and a few more looks

The concept of “stumbling-upon” is ever alive and well. Most recently, while visiting the author Teju Cole’s facebook page to locate a link to one of his recent audio interviews (in which he talks about his latest small fates project … Continue reading

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walking — the great american shame

In a recently published article in Slate, Americans’ general lack of walking is matter-of-factly declared a crisis. Adults and children alike in this vast country walk far less than in its industrialized counterparts, i.e., Britain, Switzerland, Japan, and others. Part … Continue reading

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on a train platform

She — with her cordovan, knee-high boots cinched with brass buckles, reads a magazine while adjusting her long, auburn hair, clutching a black leather notebook with her hand. The man with peppered hair to match his salty manner, tucked into … Continue reading

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winter light

   

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