Archive for January, 2016

~blizzard addendum~

Wednesday, January 27th, 2016

~woolf birthday walk~

Monday, January 25th, 2016

At the spot I got hitched this new friend hopped over three perches to come my way. Whenever I find a Blue Jay feather I take it as an indication I’m on the right path (figuratively), but this visitation prompted investigation: Jays, I gather, are called to you and are symbolic of communication, specifically of […]

~glitter shiva~

Sunday, January 17th, 2016

On day seven of the glitter shiva, snow.

~starman~

Wednesday, January 13th, 2016

I think just for today I will avoid beating the now weighted path I’ve trod every few days of the last years–to the library and, by default, Bowie’s house. It feels strange, maudlin even, to mourn in this way a man I’ve never met. I share a glance with the occasional bleary-eyed oldster coming from […]

~ain’t that just like me~

Tuesday, January 12th, 2016

In Bowie’s almost unbearably haunting last video, a man confronts his death and an artist frantically creates until called to the tomb. This morning I remembered where I’d seen the artist’s costume before: the program for the 1976 Isolar tour. That year saw the launch of Station to Station, the premiere of The Man Who […]

~thanks from the strange kids~

Monday, January 11th, 2016

For two years I’ve lived a few blocks from David Bowie and Iman’s loft on Lafayette Street in SoHo. Their place is directly above the library branch I visit a couple times a week and I’ve imagined I would see him one day, catching a cab or putting out the recycling. I knew when that […]

~wistful weather~

Sunday, January 10th, 2016

Empire State pot of gold (or Indiana limestone). Our fire-fighting neighbors (skylights, bottom right) got on the horn to announce, “There’s a rainbow!” And then it vanished.

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