Stars

When lights are sufficiently far away, they appear to twinkle. Don't be fooled, they will blind you a little when you get close.

Circus stories

For limited time only--

There are chariot races under the stretched canvas, there are lion tamers who can barely do their job. There are upside down elephants who dig their heads into the ground. Trapeze artists swing wildly, and catch their partners arms. As an occasional hiccup, they sometimes miss.

Who knows what else goes on beneath this great brown dome. A toothless monster wiggles. A metal ball rolls on the inside seam of the great ceiling. Sometimes, the fabric quivers in the great wind. It used to be quick and light but now it's growing slow, deliberate, like treacle on a lazy afternoon. 

It's the greatest show on earth.

Which one is it

how does she do it they all said and the admired her a bit and pitied her a little
she didn't want to be admired or pitied she just wanted to be held sometimes

Solitaire

Let's pass some time. Let's make it go slow.

Deal the cards myself, marvel at a lucky streak, maybe a self high five too?

Now the pack is missing the king of hearts and I can't complete the game.

Figs

Hang in there, my darling. We'll be coming for you real soon.

Let's fall in love

Morning is early, the sun is low, and the shadows are long.For about an hour a day, we're all transformed into giant shadows with stick feet, and what's not to love. Basking in the extra hour of sunlight that the daylight savings has earned me, I allow the usual four minute scurry to turn into a 7 minute walk instead. Humming, smelling the Blue Dog brew between 6th and 7th avenues and observing the caffeinated stick shadows shuffle about.

And around this time of year, I allow my brain to escape for a bit and chew on some momories from years ago. It's bittersweet and far away, and yet quite unescapable as Central Park becomes a colour factory of trees. It's a long shadow, a seven year old one. Its edges are getting frayed now and I no longer remember the shape, but it's always around when in the golden morning sunlight.

And I don't grudge it anymore.

Joyeux Anniversaire

It's a moment frozen in time. Me in my office attire, pushing through the revolving door. And there you are, OH MY GOD. I think you were trying to take a picture of me. Maybe that picture is lost forever now, lying on the floor of a bar where we left it at 4 AM. But that moment is ours. I'll be forever circling on that revolving door, and you'll always be standing there. To confuse and excite and surprise and delight me, like you have been known to do. It's quite representative of what we have.

We'll have to make do

There are lights everywhere.

Parking signs.
Blinking red hands.
Reflection of brake lights on the black roads.
A grid of little windows, reaching up to the sky.
Neon lights.

Happy Diwali.

A reddish kind of blue

My heart it is made of glass.

Please don't crush it, it will make your hands bleed.

Whosaidit

"Where would you like to live?"

"A place that has seasons."