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Lunching At Work @ 2006
1. No two people can keep looking into each other's eyes that way without making something happen; willing it into being.
It starts this way: You catch a glance from the other person, and then quickly look away, because you were immediately hit with an unexpected intensity. It might even have been unwelcome. You find yourself thinking about looking ( Read more... ) -
Meeting Craig @ fall 2006
He's tall, with a kindly sincere expression which belies his inability to take much of anything seriously. The kindness and sincerity are real. They just refuse to go in very deep. Fine by me ( Read more... ) -
Meeting Rupert, @ summer 2004
It wasn't my usual evening venue. The cafe was charming, tasteful, but filled with the sort of tragically hip society I prefer to avoid, especially while travelling. I might not have even gone in, but for the music I heard drifting through the doorway. A lone voice, a lone guitar. The singer had a quiet, earnest quality that drew me in almost ( Read more... ) -
biannual update?
I am actually thinking of using this nearly secret space to post more little stories. I'd have to write them first, of course ( Read more... ) -
wow
I haven't posted anything here in two years! Whoops.
I have a lot of presence elsewhere in the web, but if I can think of a reason to type stuff here, I will. -
testing
added a second user pic, seeing about that now. -
3, a work in progress
He's truly beautiful--I don't think I quite realized it from the one or two small photos I'd seen on my computer. The photos show merely an ordinary handsome man approaching 40; solid, sensible, just quirky enough to be interesting. In person, he has features distinct and genteel, worry lines overlapping laugh lines, teeth straightened long ago ( Read more... ) -
2a
Death is where the story really begins, if having a beginning will suit the needs of the reader ( Read more... ) -
The ledge between 1 and 2
As I write bits of this story, I'll label them as best I can, to show where they fit into the picture. But since there really is no beginning and no end, it simply cannot flow in only one direction. You'll know the story by the color and typeface.
Sometimes I write in third person because that's how I see myself, as though I'm looking through a ( Read more... )