The Coronado Bridge – San Diego – much edited.
Again, the Coronado Bridge – San Diego – much edited – from story 5 – Night Streets
This is an oil painting by Jose Ivan Ibarra (Woman with Umbrella) – seeing it made me want to write a story of how that woman got to that umbrella on that beach on that day – and that’s how Jolene’s story (the woman of the Woman With Yellow Umbrella – short story #1) got told.
The sun, the stars, a whole lot of fruit, and a skateboard.
An exercise in anonymous, shocking white on white – perhaps a way of showing Lady Chick-A-Dee-Dee’s refusal to be labelled and at the same time stand out in a crowd.
A small Persian painting floating on a sea of light and used oxygen canisters.
Rainy, urban streets seen through a drunken, desperate haze.
A blurry, indistinct view of life and a bus stop.
The archangel Michael surveying the world on a stormy evening.
Splintered memories of a snow-covered meadow from decades before.
A spring meadow – the kind with fairies.
Ghosts and bowling and the full moon.
The painful opening of a series of matryoshkas – the Russian nesting dolls – but I call them Babushkas (Russian for grandma) – since it’s a kind of grandmother we’re opening up in this story.
A book that is all circles – a kind of moebius strip of a narrative – the symbol on the book’s cover is the ouroboros – a snake biting its own tail – a sign of infinity.