I’m the victim of a collateral love experience. The love that tears through the space around, tries to connect and disassemble people sitting around and behind me. I’m caught in the love bomb. Irradiated. Stabbed with shards with melodies that…
Author: Cecil Vortex
Ways I may have changed
It might be that my exterior melted a bit last year that it’s shinier now, more like fiberglass, which I hadn’t noticed to be honest until just last week. That it’s a little more weather resistant, which is nice. More…
I made eggs yesterday and learned a lesson.
I like to make fried eggs — I like the experience, putting a little chilli on them, putting the cover on to cook them top down. I like flipping them and I like not flipping them. I find the whole…
The 5 Books Meander, Week 25: Tazria’
What just happened: Some sections are easier to relate to than others. And then there was this week’s parsha. Two years ago there wouldn’t have been much to work with here. This year it read like a practical and super…
Clank
I want to clank my fist against the armor they’re constructing inside me. Rattle the scaffolding just enough to let them know I know there are laborers hammering away at this shiny new space suit they’re building inside me I…
The 5 Books Meander, Week 25: Shemini
What just happened: This was a big one — the laws of kashrut (aka how to be kosher), including surprising news about bunnies and bats! Of possible note: The gestures, the rituals, the blood, the burning — I had never…
1871
Fingers slow tonight from extra age, blown into my hands. The wind’s extra fierce tonight. So I sat by the lid of the fire pit after we switched it off in the cold tonight, sat in the dark tonight and…
Welcome to Hospital
In Generic World you go to local Hospital, and they say: “Welcome to Hospital,” and you can feel that capital letter, like they extra-mean it. You have a problem with one of your organs, and they say: “Organ Problem!” And…
Cold warriors, we
He gave me back my hard drives today by the pond by the geese by the free-range 3-year-olds who don’t even know what “pandemic” means. By their moms who don’t trust the geese, don’t trust the two old(er) guys at…
Driving down 8th street after the rain
We’re out in the morning driving down 8th street after the rain looking for coffee in a favorite neighborhood trying to figure out if this store or that cafe made it through the night. I’m expecting to see palm fronds…