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prose sketch: rainy Sunday

Sun. 6 Jan 2013 2:20 p.m. my living room A little brighter than twilight—just. A rainy vacant Sunday in the New Year. Through the big windows looking onto the balcony, the world is a study in wet mustardy browns and … Continue reading

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prose sketch: a break in Christmas shopping

Thu 20 Dec 2012 ca. 12:45 p.m. Park Royal South Triumphal chords of a horn arrangement of “Little Drummer Boy”: a kitschy march behind the thrum of Christmas retailing. A sense of alienation: people becoming gradually more and more mutually … Continue reading

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prose sketch: decorating Christmas cookies

Sun 16 Dec 2012 1:30 p.m. my kitchen The kitchen table in its windowed bay has become Kimmie’s atelier. The artisan sits in “my” chair, a green Christmas-themed apron draped down her front and back, bent over a yellow star … Continue reading

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prose sketch: the quiet living room

Sun 9 Dec 2012 1:05 p.m. my living room The place is quiet and empty: Kimmie and Robin are out shopping. Quiet but not silent, for there is the ever-present wash of traffic in front of the house, the soft … Continue reading

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prose sketch: front porch in the rain

Wed 5 Dec 2012 ca. 1:45 p.m. my front porch A cold day, with the pattering of rain. A feeling of shrinking into oneself, a craving for inertia, to wait it out. Let the somber cold grayness pass like the … Continue reading

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prose sketch: out the bedroom window

Tue 27 Nov 2012 1:20 p.m. my bedroom The sun is right above the neighbors’ chimney, a brilliant nuclear egg shining through the layers of cotton-batting cloud. There is a mildness to it, a neutrality. I think of decks of … Continue reading

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sketchbook: Monday 19 November 2012

Mon 19 Nov 2012 ca. 11:50 a.m. my bedroom The vermilion leaves of the Japanese maple have turned to russet—the color of dried blood. I look down on it from above. The handrails of our balcony angle into its branches, … Continue reading

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sketchbook: Thursday 15 November 2012

Thu 15 Nov 2012 ca. 8:15 am Lonsdale & 19th Medical Clinic Irregular warren in the dilapidated 1950s building: black steel-framed chairs, corridor walls lined with medical files, potted incandescent lights set in the acoustic tile of the ceiling. The … Continue reading

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sketchbook: Sunday 15 July 2012

Sun 15 Jul 2012 ca. 1:00 pm Park Royal South Again an oasis of seats, arranged in an open square on the tile desert of the mall concourse. Two teenage girls are sprawled and curled, respectively, in the rectangular sofa … Continue reading

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channeling a master

Today something a bit different. Recently, while studying Classical Rhetoric for the Modern Student by Edward P. J. Corbett, I’ve been doing exercises in copying and imitation. The copying has been straight-up literal copying, in longhand, of paragraphs written by … Continue reading

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