She had probably seen me before, without me ever noticing her.
Swans
Tag: Writing
No Longer Just a Visitor
I often thought of Jeanette Winterson's novel Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit — except for me, they were.
Box 477: A change of life begins.
... but why buy a watch that says POLICE?”
Carried Forward: I, II, III
Sometimes a memory returns the way snowfall does — quietly, without urgency, settling only where it’s welcome.
Symbols, Snow and the Train to Wrocław
A remarkable journey, unhurried, moving at a speed allowed by the weather conditions outside.
Radiostacja: The Visitor Years, 2007
I heard myself ask, quietly, “Is that the radio station?”
The Grammar of Hospitality
and eventually saying, as gently as I could — “It’s basically a baguette with a topping.”
Between Poproszę and Dziękuję
... me standing stiffly, wearing a jacket that didn’t quite fit, a hat with a huge feather denoting a rank I didn’t yet understand, and holding a real ceremonial sword.
Mind in Motion/Myśl w ruchu
She was thinking in two different languages at the same time...
Memory in the Absence of Pixels
while the owner, kind and amused, watched an Englishman fall in love with his coffee shop.
Ghosts to Carry, Stories to Keep 