Notes from the Underground, Week 8

 Gracious words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones. -Proverbs 16:23-25I love holiday weekends. For the past three days, I've been sleeping in and relaxing, hoping that, by Wednesday afternoon when I board the flight to New Orleans, I'll be cough-free and almost 100% healthy. Truth be told, it seems…

A Soft Spot for Custardy Cake

The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds. The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things…

Notes from the Underground, Week 7

The game starts again from the beginning. The end is always another beginning.This nightmare of eternity in time, this is our fate. -Margarita Karapanou (Rien ne va plus) It's strange to think that this series of posts has been going on now for seven weeks. There's a small part of me that wants to resist counting…

Of Jujubes and Spoon Sweets

 "It's a question of discipline," the little prince told me later on. "When you've finished washing and dressing each morning, you must tend to your planet."-Antoine de Saint Exupery (The Little Prince)   All week long, I've been following the Little Prince's sage advice and tending to my planet. You might say that things have fallen…