“Earth laughs in flowers.”-Ralph Waldo Emerson
I spied these flowers last week while out walking in my mother’s urban neighborhood. The fence and the jailed flowers it guards belong to a sorority house.
I’m a niche writer. I don’t see eye-to-eye with the mainstream media, and that’s okay: I’m happy to go my own quirky way, even in a professional capacity. I’m fortunate to write about subjects that I truly love: dead writers, literary culture, weird short fiction and, of course, classic movies. I’ve been writing about the latter for a decade but, over those years, my focus has narrowed: I now write mostly on silent cinema. Oh, my beloved!
My home city has many amazing, memorable murals (hello, half-upside-down American Gothic!). My favourite-which I discovered a year ago as my mom was scouting out new apartments in this downtown neighborhood-is in the parking lot of a law school. It was so unexpected that I sucked in my breath before letting out a loud squeal. I may have jumped up and down but this is where the memory becomes foggy. Behold: Continue reading
I am a housecat.
My duty in life is to shed hair, bathe myself with my tongue, and irritate the allergies of the innocent.
Today, my owner forced me into a sweater. A “cat” sweater.
I have no idea why. I’m covered with fur. I assume it is because an exclusively-indoor, fur-bearing creature being stuffed into cold-weather clothing is meant to reflect the tenants of that sinister and enigmatic concept humans refer to as “cute”.
(Shudder.)
I dare not explore my owner’s thinking any further for fear it may lead to intractable madness.
I have determined to lay here in protest, on the floor of our central-heating-equipped dwelling, until this woolen body prison is removed and burned. Either that, or until the breaking of spring. Until then, I try not to consider the disquieting ramifications of my owner’s interest in something called a “feline fashion show”.
Meow.
“Everything in life that we really accept undergoes a change.”-Katherine Mansfield
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