May 1st.
“Our job as creatives is to give poeple what they didn’t even know they wanted.” ~ Tyler Weaver; “rocking a doll is not a spoken truth, it just is…” ~ from a reader; you will never have some answers; “Language alone protects us from the scariness of things with no names.” ~ Toni Morrison
If you would like to know what Still Sundays is about, please take a quick gander here and just read the third paragraph. Thanks.
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Hello, May. Will you be full of maybes?
Maybe.
Whether or not spring is here in a manner we desire—less rain and more sun or less breeze and ... read more »
Tagged art, choices, life, marco rojas, toni morrison, wanderlust, words
November 7th.
Centrifuge known and that which can’t be known. Orhan Pamuk. Duke Ellington. A love without drum roll of epiphanies.
If you would like to know what Still Sundays is about, please take a quick gander here and just read the third paragraph. Thanks.
It’s Sunday morning in Prague.
It is still a concealed dawn and the smell from the night rain stubbornly loiters on the cobblestone streets that echoed inattentive pedestrians yesterday. The magnitude of quietness in Prague is distinct: every stone has a story, every turn a whisper, every ally leads to a dim lantern that doesn’t reveal enough.
My mother and I ... read more »
Tagged choices, fiction, life, questions, south africa, wanderlust, words
October 31st.
I submit “Kafka” in my defense. The Prague in us all. Art is not spelled E-G-O.
I know many are expecting this piece to be either about Budapest (where I am right now) or Prague (which calls me back) but I apologize in advance: it is not quite about either. While traveling there exists a cognitive dissonance and I am just floating in the experience instead of writing about it. I will write more about Prague, but not now.
If you would like to know what Still Sundays is about, please take a quick gander here and just read the third paragraph. Thanks.
What can I ... read more »
Tagged art, choices, fiction stories, life, process of writing, questions, story, wanderlust
October 24th.
Symphony of connections that last and meetings that may not happen again.
If you would like to know what Still Sundays is about, please take a quick gander here and just read the third paragraph. Thanks.
Compared to most New York City slickers I walk slow. I have been told this on numerous occasions by friends and it is intentional. Others skip split seconds with their foot steps without noticing the rhythm between the sky and earth, beyond gravity, in which we float. I don’t understand the rush to nowhere.
Yet, when walking next to those who are visiting me from outside the City I still move pretty fast. ... read more »
Tagged 2010, choices, life, non-fiction stories, wanderlust
Forgive and do Forget. Robert-Robert Frost: one question you should keep close.
October 17th.
If you would like to know what Still Sundays is about, please take a quick gander here and just read the third paragraph. Thanks.
There is a stillness that belongs only to the sky. It’s the stillness in between latitudes and longitudes. We can only know it from afar.
This Sunday I am sipping tea in a suburb somewhere outside Nashville, Tennessee, visiting my sister and her fiance who moved here recently for a short project. They were on a break for a week so we all flew in from the East and West coasts ... read more »
Tagged choices, random, relating, story, twitter, wanderlust
