Auto Pilot

Autopilot

Fingers meander absently, mindlessly, naively down QWERTY Lane, telling tales of woes of others onto digital paper. Conscious unconsciousness. Sleepwalking, daydreaming, wandering off into dark alleys where thoughts lurk behind pillars shaped like past bodies and faces, grotesque and looming, stalking, pulsing in excited anticipation of pouncing, screaming, pounding, shrieking assault. They are happy. Their … Continue reading Autopilot

Deserted Gas Station

Cruel Irony

In my work, I teach and drive teach and drive teach and drive all week long. Because of this, gas is a major weekly or twice-weekly purchase for me, a pretty decent chunk of my budget. To help me out with this, my husband (who always does the grocery shopping), shops at a store that … Continue reading Cruel Irony

Reinvent

Coronavirus Meets Reinvention

I had already been on a course of self-discovery with the purpose of figuring out what I'm going to do now.  Recently I turned 60 and since the mid-70s - yes, almost 50 years! - I have been doing virtually the same thing:  performing.  Although it might have looked like I was doing a ton … Continue reading Coronavirus Meets Reinvention

Lacy Reflection in the Powder Room

Unpaid Coronavirus Holiday Art #2

When my grandma was still alive, I used to go and stay at her house sometimes in the summer.  I always slept in her room. Those summer nights, her bedroom was always filled with yellow light from the street lamp but it was filtered through her lace curtains.  I would fall asleep looking at the … Continue reading Unpaid Coronavirus Holiday Art #2