A New Voice
Greetings. I am not Promise. I don’t mean this in some vague, existential way. I am a completely different person. My name is Costello. Promise is stepping away from MLP for a little while, and in the interim she has allowed me to put a few drops in The Pail. I am half of the Information Booth, with Promise. Also, a friend of ours decided... [Read more...]
Love Letter
I decided to write you a love letter. So here it is, my love letter to the partner who hasn’t come yet. I was listening to In a Big Country today, which always reminds me of two things-how the heart can soar, and my friend Tara, because she soars as well. I love that when I’m baking or sorting pennies, you know to ask what’s wrong.... [Read more...]
Inexpression
It’s easy to talk of the gifts of being a writer. Words, sentiment, and description come easily. Subjects to talk about flow like wine in summer. But one of the burdens of being a writer comes from growing accustomed to expressing yourself. When the day comes, and they DO come, sometimes infrequently, and sometimes more often, when you find an... [Read more...]
Second True Confession
So it’s time for the second confession of the week. I’ve been sitting on this one for a long time, because of its’ sensitive nature. I have been on a weight loss program, Weight Watchers, since January. ————————————————————————————— My... [Read more...]
Quan Yin-in the dark
Quan Yin statue I step up to the altar-greet her dragon; gaze at her face. I light one candle, then another, and mentally rest for a moment, though I am standing. It feels like a perch, spiritually. A place at the end of a quick-light footed staircase, leading to a panorama. I perch there, and muse on my path, and the various threads that intersect... [Read more...]
