Natalia Corres
It should come as no surprise that the broken cup does not remake itself, that the bell once rung, will not unring itself. And yet, moments in time come unraveled in our memories, blur and change the past, no din of he said, she said… but a simple remaking of that time and place. We …
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You don't expect the sky to give way to a moment where you are suddenly out of yourself, plucked from to do lists and worrying about tomorrow, a moment where you are absorbed into the cosmos heart open, mind quiet, being a part of the fabric of an infinite universe so beautiful and so sublime …
I have gotten to that age where looking backward is astonishingly easy to accept in the grand scheme of things, I have lost everything - everything - and with less than $20 to my name - three times. But the thing about losing everything and surviving it to rebuild your life, is that you no …
I walk, zombie-like pre-coffee, to the bathroom, where I step around a small white dog, who isn't here but is. My own furries stare at the space where Sara, who is hundreds of miles away, stands briefly before fading. I splash cold water at my sleep filled eyes, and listen, but my furbabies have gone …
I read a lot of blogs. This is one of the few that I subscribe to, and it is mostly because of the depth and quality of their posts. Hope you enjoy this interlude… I feel some poetry bubbling around in my head for later in the week…Hope your Monday is full of good things and your introspective and retrospective musings reap bright ideas.
‘But why can’t work be like that now?’ my colleague Julia asked when I told her about my research into the former Guinness brewery at Park Road in West London. After working on the project for the best part of a decade and a half, it’s sometimes difficult to sum up quickly. Over that time, I’ve looked at thousands of photographs, scores of staff magazines, and hundreds of documents, and I’ve talked to dozens of workers. But Julia’s question cut straight to the heart of the book. She got the point straight away, unlike some of my academic colleagues, who have been skeptical about the appreciation the brewery workers I spoke with expressed toward Guinness. Perhaps this is because they have not had blue-collar jobs. But I have, and when I worked on the London Underground, I appreciated the conditions that unions and previous generations had won for me…
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While I managed to self-publish 4 books in 2 months (see sidebar for links to them), everything else on my plate seems to be in limbo. Okay, not everything...I have a slew of dentist and doctor and veterinarian appointments under my belt. And follow-ups to come. I finally got through the sinus infection and when …
There, no there...it keeps moving, one thought I cannot reach, tempting, dangling, sounds like... spin cycle rinse echoes down the drain, hot no cold no why did I come in here? My eye is drawn in pencil smudges on the mirror my portrait not a selfie, that picture, one from an ex who saw me …
A blink and the dust brown fur melts into the background but wait a white tail bounces toward the brambles. Watching the white ball of fluff, I nearly miss the bobcat, lazing in a patch of sunlight, watching us amused and unconcerned by our noisy treads.
We walk each morning following sidewalks and paths in green belts, and places where the wild donkeys have blazed a trail for us. We walk each morning and see the tendrils of fog slip between the slopes of the mountains around us, and hear the birds singing, and tip our heads to other walkers and …
My mind wanders. Not in the willy-nilly way that the absent minded professor's mind wanders, or the way your elderly Aunt's mind wanders. No. My mind wanders the surface thoughts of those in physical proximity. It causes me to say what they are thinking a half second before it gets out of their mouths - …
