Monthly Archives: December 2020

dreams, part 7

“Life is strange, isn’t it?” — Ann Dunham — “You must try the shad!” I appear to be in a market that sells fish in old England, somewhere between Monty Python’s “Holy Grail” and Boris Johnson’s “Brexit Blues.” I’m trying … Continue reading

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knock knock. who’s there. orange. orange who?

“Orange you glad I didn’t say banana?” — the prophet chrysippus — char: I can’t find the words. me: Don’t worry. I’m sure they’ll turn up somewhere. She can’t seem to talk. She’s confused. She knows where she is, but … Continue reading

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conversations with char, part 3

0h, East is East, and West is West,and sever the twain shall meet.— the prophet kipling — me: Hello! It’s good to hear your voice! How are you? char: I can’t say the word “sever.” me: Well, I guess things … Continue reading

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life with an artist, part 19

Things got worse. And then worse again. Mo decides that as a coping device, we should take turns having designated periods in which to stress out. She says my designated time to stress out will be from 5 p.m. to … Continue reading

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dreams, part 6

Twirl me about, and twirl me aroundLet me grow dizzy and fall to the groundAnd when I look up at you looking downSay it was only a dream.— the prophet mary chapin carpenter — The phone rings. It’s her. “I … Continue reading

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