Partners: The Daily Post Photo Challenge, 24 June 2016

This week’s Daily Post Photo Challenge is: PARTNERS

Whether two of a kind or ten, give us subjects that are in sync with one another — show us partnerships.

— Michelle W. on The Daily Post

Pairs, of course. Self took all three pictures in Mendocino, early this year.

Stay tuned.

Excerpt, “All the Missing”

Sharing an excerpt from “All the Missing,” a piece self wrote when the news about Jacey Lee Dugard first broke:

They’re alive, all of them.

One day they’ll present, alive and well.

They’ll be older; a few might even have their first gray hairs.

They’ll come out of tents or basements or caves, or wherever it is they’ve been kept, all these years.

Their names are Ilene, Michaela, Polly, Sandra.

Some are blonde, some are brunette, some are redheads.

When they disappeared, some weren’t even old enough to have braces.

The pictures their parents gave to the police were — almost always — school photos.

This piece was published in Phoebe, Spring 2012.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 

More Curves!

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Bed & Breakfast, Inchicore, Dublin, May 2016

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The Last Bookstore, S. Spring St., Downtown Los Angeles, March 2016

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Hand Made Ice Cream in Downtown Fort Bragg, California, March 2016

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

WIP: Memoir-ish

This is what I know of her past: She played in Carnegie Hall when she was just 14. I have the picture. It’s black and white, and in it my mother is round-faced, and her thick, curly black hair is held back by a hairband. Behind her, there is an orchestra.

To hear my dear departed aunt Terry tell it, my mother’s family took the train all the way across the country, starting in San Francisco. They wound up in Flushing. Self’s mother went to Curtis. She became classmates with the pianist Gary Graffman.

Honestly, self should do more with this story.

Stay tuned.

Adding to “Spores” (The Future Is Sooo Dystopian)

The fans burn our fingers. Burn them raw. We have to wait hours for the new skin to grow back. Fingers never feel quite the same, after.

— from “Spores,” self’s short-story-in-progress, about a pair of grunts who are very depressed, hate their job, and generally have no hope about the future of humanity.

Stay tuned.

 

WIP: Raw

This is a story self started, 2014, in the Tyrone Guthrie Centre in Annaghmakerrig. Kept it going when she moved from Annaghmakerrig to Inchicore. Father H still alive then.

Varnish and varnish. I’ll say this for K: she is tenacious. Especially about her delusions.

“Me mum’s a thick,” she said once. “A focking thick.”

“Hmmm,” I said.

“She a root rotter,” K said.

The “I” is a man, but everyone who’s read the story automatically thinks it’s a woman because they know self wrote it and she’s, umm, a woman?

LOL

Stay tuned.

WIP: Thinking of Expanding This

The last she remembered was the brick coming down on her husband’s head, and she screaming, to no one, or everyone, “Fly!” When she awoke, her head hurt horribly. There was an iron-bound door directly in front of her cot. Faint light showed through a small, half-moon shaped window cut near the top. There was no sign of Justin. She forced herself to get up and go to the door. She leaned against it, standing on tiptoes in an effort to see outside, but her eyes couldn’t reach the window and she was too weak to jump. She crawled back.

Curves in Ireland

For this week’s challenge, get inspired by the curves around you. From curves in architecture to bends in nature to man-made undulations, you have lots to work with!

— Cheri Lucas Rowlands, The Daily Post

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In the Red Room Above Café Paradiso, Cork, Ireland, May 2016

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In Front of the Laundry Shed in the Tyrone Guthrie Centre in Annaghmakerrig, Ireland. This must be an old well?

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The Half-Moon Window in the Front Door of the Farmyard Cottages in the Tyrone Guthrie Centre in Annaghmakerrig, Ireland

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Against All Odds: Really Enjoying THE GIRL ON THE TRAIN

Self thinks she read somewhere that Emily Blunt is starring in the movie.

And self adores Emily Blunt.

Self has taken a peek at the end; the reviews say there’s a surprise ending. And she can’t take the suspense of spending one or two weeks with a book, identifying with this or that character, and then being blind-sided. She just can’t.

Anyhoo, there’s a missing woman. And the other woman, the one who’s been watching her on the train, has fabricated quite a story for her. Now that the woman’s life is news, the woman who made up stories can finally find out how close to the mark she was:

Megan has no family in the area. Both her parents are deceased.

Megan is unemployed. She used to run a small art gallery in Whitney, but it closed down in April last year (I knew Megan would be arty).

Scott is a self-employed IT consultant (I can’t bloody believe Scott is an IT consultant)

The story reminds self a little of the first-person piece she read in The Guardian, some years back: Sarah Hepola and her alcoholic blackouts. Self has seen drunk people, many times. But it somehow feels more raw in England. Her last experience with full-on drunkenness was riding back to London on a train from Cambridge, on a Saturday night. And holy cow, it wasn’t just the drunkenness, there was weed smoking and general loudness and belligerence. And self sat miserably in her seat for two hours and wondered why the conductor never came by to ask for tickets. (Stupid: why would a conductor put himself/herself through that on a Saturday night, on a train full of drunk people?)

After she got off the train, her nerves were rather frayed. She decided to take a cab instead of the underground. She said a little about the train to the cabbie and he shrugged: “Young people,” the cabbie said. “Saturday night.”

Anyhoo, one of the women in The Girl On the Train is an alcoholic. The kind of alcoholic who comes home with bumps on her head and bruises on her thighs and no memory of what happened (“I feel excited. I feel afraid.”)

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Vintage: Sylvain Landry Week 49

Self is tickled by the theme of this week’s Sylvain Landry Week 49 Challenge: VINTAGE.

She isn’t quite sure whether the photo she pulled out of her archive is “vintage.” It’s kitsch, for sure: animé figures, culled from Fort Bragg garage sales. She was completely charmed by the aesthetic of this apartment, which belongs to a lawyer who commutes between Miami and Fort Bragg.

It is definitely an idiosyncratic kind of collection, one built up by looking with focus.

Thanks to Sylvain Landry for always coming up with such interesting prompts. She adored this picture, but didn’t get a chance to share it with readers until now.

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An Animé Collection in Fort Bragg, California

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 

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