ceci n'est pas une cuisine

Then from far away across the world he smelled good things to eat, so he gave up being king of where the wild things are…

RIP Maurice Sendak

Egg cup love - discovered via Fiona at Writing Our Way Home. Thank you, Fiona!

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Highly enjoyable, often pithy in tone. I can’t explain why but, not knowing anything about the author, something about the way he wrote made me think he was British writing about Americans. Turns out he was born in Pennsylvania and is a professor at the University of Florida…. Go figure. Recommended.

My shadow.. in the shortcut through the woods near Avenue Louise.

Found this in the 2d hand shop. Never heard of Mary Wesley before. Loved it.

Primarily about relationships, healthily sexy. Reminiscent of Elizabeth Taylor — both have that great clipped tone, narration in the 3d person, but Wesley is looser, more open.

Love even more that Wesley didn’t publish a thing until she was 70, then rocketed through her next decade publishing about a dozen successful novels, a couple of which were adapted for the BBC. Hooray — hope for us late bloomers!

It’s really going to be spring. The clocks go back next week. When my BF mentioned this yesterday, I expressed my annual relief of making it through. “Making it through what?” “Winter.” “Oh.” “Don’t you ever wonder, sometimes, if you’re going to make it?” “No.” 

#swimmingpoem

a man with his eyes shut swam upward
through dark water and came to air
it was the horizon
he felt his way along it and it opened
and let the sun out 

from The Dreamers by W.S. Merwin