Replenish is a delicious word. It brings to my mind the drinking of tall glasses of clear water then imagining the cells of my body absorbing the fluid and plumping up, all fat and smooth and shiny and replenished.
Travelling back from Portland to Chicago I found myself in a melancholy mood. My voice packed away with my makeup. My city face dissolving back into relief. Dragging my bag like a heavy weary dog with leaden feet on a short leash. Bumping at my… Continue Reading “Back to the Country”
I left the damp and sepia plains at 6.30 in the morning and drove in a very bumpy bus up to Chicago. Sometimes I question whether these buses produce their own sneaky versions of square wheels. The jiggling out of focus red hat of… Continue Reading “Landing in the land of FAST internet.”