Thursday, January 21, 2010

For hours I could stand in the corner of my kitchen, against the granite cool. I am secure and tight in my space with grape in hand and feeling rather different. My thoughts flow rapidly like the Mississippi after cold cold days. I place my hand on the counter top to brace for my next daydream. I play out future moments, sing the words to Train, and stir rice. I'll do it again tomorrow night. The future moments will change and rolls will reverse like the tide of the great Mississippi. And tomorrow it will be rice. Again.

1 comment:

ggray said...

This is amazing stuff. I'm not kidding. This should be published. There are a number of magazines I can think of but this one off the top of my head. Absurdist Monthly Review
(they're also on Facebook)
You have such a unique style. I'll look out for more magazines that would drool to be able to publish your work. Your mind works in the most mysterious ways.