I have begin my “40 by 40″ challenge. I’ve decided to write (and send by post) 40 letters; one to each of 40 individuals who email me and ask for a letter, before I turn 40 (this won’t happen for … Continue reading →
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centre of the universe: Hubris, a Guest Post
Hubris* By Aidan Delivered to Mrs. Collicutt’s class, 1980 Hello everyone. I am so glad to see you all here today. For my presentation Mrs. Collicutt asked me to pick a word to talk about so I am here to … Continue reading →
Continue readingcentre of the universe: Sodium
I imagine Your face bathed in the diffuse orange glow of a sodium street lamp The curvature of your jawline casts sharp shadows You shrug into a light leather jacket Where are we? Where are we going? Your only answer … Continue reading →
Continue readingcentre of the universe: Sodium
I imagine Your face bathed in the diffuse orange glow of a sodium street lamp The curvature of your jawline casts sharp shadows You shrug into a light leather jacket Where are we? Where are we going? Your only answer … Continue reading →
Continue readingcentre of the universe: Winter Wind
It seems today is the first day of winter I turned my back away, thinking I would not feel the chill of your leaving Still, it blasts through me. Your heart full to bursting I wasn’t there to wish you … Continue reading →
Continue readingcentre of the universe: Six of Thirteen
The spring of 1997 I moved in with Drang, and one of his best friends used to spend a lot of time at the house. His friend was drop-dead sexy, rather shy, with a biting wit and a soft-spoken nature. … Continue reading →
Continue readingcentre of the universe: Right Now
It seems I will never sleep again Or else sleep too deeply for the rest of time Today I hate Sundays because Sundays are a day of goodbyes My soul is raw and tender with your leaving We created the … Continue reading →
Continue readingcentre of the universe: Driving all day makes one circumspect
I don’t say this enough. One of the very best things about being cenobyte is the quality and quantity of cenobyte’s friends. Thank you for being so wonderful. And especially for putting up with the likes of cenobyte.
Continue readingcentre of the universe: Seventeen
Some days, you still break my heart.
Continue readingcentre of the universe: Summer Lies
Do you remember sitting on the couch in the house off Broadway the summer that everything seemed so unreal, the day you told me you were falling in love with me? It was stiflingly hot; the air did not move … Continue reading →
Continue readingcentre of the universe: Why now
Why now? Why like this? You’ve had ample opportunity, and you’ve taken none of it. So you hid for a while behind the pseudonym, knowing only I would know who you were. Now you’re not hiding, and I wonder what’s changed with that…
Continue readingcentre of the universe: SCIENCE!!!
“Wouldn’t it be cool,” The Captain said just now, before going to school for his last day of fifth grade,”if we could cross-breed insects and arthropods and then control them? Then we could cross a tick with a mosquito with an A…
Continue readingcentre of the universe: Tent-caterpillar
He’s just a baby now, you said, holding the fuzzy blue-and-black caterpillar on your hand. When he touches me it’s like little tickles, his baby feet and fingers are soft. But he will grow and change, you know. Soon he’ll be a butterf…
Continue readingcentre of the universe: The Words of His Roaring
The drive north for a board meeting was lovely; the sun was shining this morning. Every so often I look across the rolling prairies, and I think of that scene in The Studhorse Man, where the horses all get loose from the slaughterhouse and stampede thr…
Continue readingcentre of the universe: Sometimes dipping your toes is a full immersion
The smell of the sea and tears-tasting salt water still cling to me as I dress/undress for bed. My skin is red where the sun kissed it a little too long, and my hair is whipped to a frenzy by the ocean breeze. There, on a promontory at St. Andrews-by-t…
Continue readingcentre of the universe: In the dark of the night
I have slipped away from you. I crept out of bed, kissing you lightly on the cheek, then tiptoed from the room. Actually, I didn’t tiptoe; I walk softer on the outside soles of my feet. Softly down the stairs, so quietly not even the cat opened a…
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