a little bird sent me a whisper that brought at once a chuckle and a sigh.
finding the way… re scrytch
the following email was sent today to those who have been active on the scrytch mailing list in the last six months:
narcissus 2
summer came. for some time, she had followed his zig-zag footsteps. she began to notice little things. things that, at first, didn’t seem to make sense. they would spend days roaming far afield, sometimes the mountains, sometimes the meadow, sometimes a hidden canyon. but no matter how far they roamed, he insisted they return to the stream each night. only by its cooing rush could he sleep. she noticed too the patterns, the pre-cursors, the things that signified the onset of the next spasm. sometimes, she forgot and her arms were criss-crossed with his happy reminders. she told herself the […]
narcissus 1
She met him by a campfire, in the woods. Didn’t know he was there until he giggled and, when she looked up, tossed her a snappy salute before running away. Curious, she followed. Found him in a clearing, by a campfire, next to a stream. Sitting, she smiled. He was distracted. Something in the water. She waited. Eventually, he turned and gave her such a brilliant smile that her breath left her, “Isn’t it beautiful?” He asked. Stuttering softly, she blushed, “Yes. Yes, it is.” For the night, they just sat close. Rarely talking. Whatever it was in the water […]
scrytch : papercuts
cleaning out the files, it seemed the corroded stacks of paper were almost clinging to the drawer. as she tugged more violently, one piece took offense and slyly snicked along the soft skin of her wrist, briefly, but long enough to part several layers and set a sting.
evening update – thoughts
whew. well. literally worked all day. oddly, i feel very refreshed.
historical ironies…
working on the archives, march of 1994, the following item is next in line for the posting… a grimace and i manage not to roll my eyes.