My mother’s clock stands in my hallway now, as silent as it was the day she died. It’s a “grandmother” clock, barely six feet tall, with traditional woodwork and a maple case f… more →
qarrtsiluniqarrtsiluni wrote 3 years ago: My mother’s clock stands in my hallway now, as silent as it was the day she died. It’s a … more →
qarrtsiluni wrote 3 years ago: I’ve never had very many heroes, mostly because I prefer people in the round, with all their i … more →
qarrtsiluni wrote 3 years ago: She was in her late eighties, bronze-skinned and gray haired, with a face like a ceremonial mask rep … more →
qarrtsiluni wrote 3 years ago: I woke up at 12:30 p.m. and sat on my bed. I emailed people and ate cereal and that took three hour … more →
qarrtsiluni wrote 3 years ago: Photo by Beth Adams of the cassandra pages … more →
qarrtsiluni wrote 3 years ago: At the edge of thaw and freeze, at the edge of ice and water, at the edge of matter and liquid and g … more →
qarrtsiluni wrote 3 years ago: Drawing by Anonymous … more →
qarrtsiluni wrote 3 years ago: Finally, she rose by her tall orchestral harp. Freshmen rustled like aspen in the pews. In the rushi … more →
qarrtsiluni wrote 3 years ago: In time I will soften like old mushrooms – deliquesce cell by cell plexus defenseless bulwarks disso … more →
qarrtsiluni wrote 3 years ago: Of course this Rosh Hashanah differs from every other. This year’s challah is a perfect snail- … more →
qarrtsiluni wrote 3 years ago: For me, as soon as the first leaf turns crimson and falls from a tree, we’re heading inexorabl … more →
qarrtsiluni wrote 3 years ago: Etching and drypoint by Marja-Leena Rathje … more →
qarrtsiluni wrote 3 years ago: Each finger-bone pulled from the next Splitting, hissing, in the loosening flame Slowly unmaking the … more →