scrabbling at tile (400)

the tiles are stacked, five deep, in rows around the room. if i unfocus my eyes they become towers, columns of origin unknown, narrowing down the room into a tiny cell-like space. this is what i get for buying them two or three at a time when there's space on the credit card, and laying … Continue reading scrabbling at tile (400)

Word Crush Monday: Don Marquis

I've been a little less inspired the last few days, though I did conjure up a book review, so that'll be here next week. This weekend I've been avidly drawing books through my bloodstream and came up with a new story idea; I fleshed it out really well on my phone, so I guess it's … Continue reading Word Crush Monday: Don Marquis

Over Coffee (42)

If we were having coffee I'd be running a bit behind schedule. Sorry, let me just put these papers away... I've been up to Secret Things, and have to say that I've really escalated them in the past 74 hours. Also, no, that's not a typo: it's a specific temporal designation.¬†Green tea, I think. I've … Continue reading Over Coffee (42)


she flicks the map that takes up one-third of wall space. on her desk, there's a spinning globe: sometimes she taps it to set it rotating. unfocuses her eyes and lets the world blur past. she makes a list, writing alphabetically, reverse-alphabetically and flips it around again. scrambles the order, calls up online travel literature. … Continue reading wanderlust