Near Window 19: Far Window

Now I wander in confusion (4,6) – Megan Courtman A window in Devon I cried when I saw my crumpled crosswords. The Roomba had mangled them, whirred over their edges and swept at their corners. The paper plains become crags and creases and trenches. “Oh,” I said weakly, and sank to my knees.What metaphor wasContinue

LossScapes

  I have just returned from a weekend in London. I don’t live there anymore, because for a while I couldn’t handle the threads of connection that seemed perfectly positioned to trip me up, entangle me, and not let me go. My histories were bleeding through and, in not having any defences left to keepContinue