Marcel Duchamp creates Nude Descending a Staircase. My Oak responds with Tree Cluttering a Landscape. The naked autumn tree looks, without shame, over her dropped clothing.
Try as we might to anthropomorphise, everything, from God to gorillas — it is hard make a tree mourn for dropping her leaves.
That’s why she was born, to leaf and to lose. No shame. Continue reading My Oak, Her Person
There were six girls, ages 8-9, three moms, aged none-of-my business, and me, old-enough-to know-better. We were thrown together in a frozen yogurt parlor. They got there before me and were gaggled together on one end of the yogurtery when I got my salted caramel yogurt sprinkled with butterfinger, shredded coconut, and other completely wicked toppings. Continue reading Gigglish thought stirs unrest
They are probably still called “picture” windows. There must have been a time when “picture” windows were very special or they would, just, be called windows. Now, everyone on my street has one.
That large, generally, one pane window, often in a living room, that looks out on the world also allows the world to look in. If someone outside came right up to the window and cupped his hand over his eyes, while leaning on it, that might be called “peeping.” To be sure, there are other kinds of peeping but now the focus is on picture windows. Continue reading Peeping and Picture Windows