Posts Tagged: correspondence

correspondence 9.9.16

It is ten o’clock where I am, at a cafe, on an island down south, where a Thai cook is watching television, having already prepared my breakfast. It is low season, and in the course of the day, I am the only one he will see.

correspondence 9.9.16

It is ten o’clock where I am, at a cafe, on an island down south, where a Thai cook is watching television, having already prepared my breakfast. It is low season, and in the course of the day, I am the only one he will see.

correspondence 12.05.16

Dear G–

My toenails are chipped. They used to be black but it’s been a month since I stepped outside. I turned 43 today and you can’t turn 43 with chipped nails…

correspondence 12.05.16

Dear G–

My toenails are chipped. They used to be black but it’s been a month since I stepped outside. I turned 43 today and you can’t turn 43 with chipped nails…

correspondence 15.04.16

I am reading Hemingway’s short story, Mr and Mrs Elliot, and there’s this line:

She had seemed younger, in fact she had seemed not to have any age at all, when Elliot married her after several weeks of making love to her after knowing her for a long time in her tea shop before he had kissed her one evening.

correspondence 15.04.16

I am reading Hemingway’s short story, Mr and Mrs Elliot, and there’s this line:

She had seemed younger, in fact she had seemed not to have any age at all, when Elliot married her after several weeks of making love to her after knowing her for a long time in her tea shop before he had kissed her one evening.

correspondence: 04.12.2015

I didn’t write this morning, Flanders. The jellyfish flooded the shallows and I swam hard for shore. They stung and red welts flowered on my skin like freshly inked tattoos.

correspondence: 04.12.2015

I didn’t write this morning, Flanders. The jellyfish flooded the shallows and I swam hard for shore. They stung and red welts flowered on my skin like freshly inked tattoos.