Snow makes everything so quiet doesn’t it?Even your heartbeat, usually thrumming in your ears, or the ticking of the giant clock in the kitchen that reverberates through the house, careening off the high ceilings to trickle in under your doorway, sneaking into your awareness. Even the soft creaking of the house as it sighs and settles and wonders when … Continue reading The Space Between Seconds
Tag: winter
Gathering Mushrooms
by Julie Ahern The forecast said a blizzard was coming, the storm of the century, so he knew today would be his last chance. The alarm was set for 3:00, but he really didn’t need it; years of working in construction, getting up to be on site before sun-up had him trained. He slid out … Continue reading Gathering Mushrooms
A Slew of Winter Definitions
Winter is keeping one eye on the ground in front of you searching for ice while also making sure you're not bumping into humans or poles or into certain death as vehicles swerve over the half inch of slush, skirting the curb by mere inches dreaming of the fifth cup of tea while you're just … Continue reading A Slew of Winter Definitions
Nostalgia Snippets
His left leg can't stop bouncing he's smiling and doesn't know what to do with his hands, when he holds mine, they're sweaty, but after I kiss him for twenty minutes he calms down. Call me Xanax. ~~~~~ She and I stroll like old times, exchanging gossip, laughing over our old loves, our old jokes, … Continue reading Nostalgia Snippets
Gold Curtains
It's gotten to that point in the year when I can't really remember what warmth feels like. Happens annually, kind of amazing how the human mind forgets (as with pain), and now it's February and I've forgotten what it is to walk outdoors and the air doesn't hurt your lungs, when taking a stroll is … Continue reading Gold Curtains
I Got Here First
Snow Rose
Just Keep Swingin’
I am inclined to rant about snow, how much I hate it, how cold it is. It is a symbol of winter, that dreadful season where my roses are put to sleep, the roads are icy and dangerous, colds and the flu abound, and we are STILL required to show up for classes. So inclined … Continue reading Just Keep Swingin’
Baby, it’s Cold Outside
I can feel the air turning to ice as it leaves my mouth. I'm standing under the heating lamps that line the subway, an island of warmth for waiting commuters. An old Asian man stands to my right, so old. So old that his wrinkles have wrinkles, that he neck seems to sway with the … Continue reading Baby, it’s Cold Outside
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