The end is where we start from …

“You know something? Noah says. When a star dies, the dust and gases condense to form a nebula. Which is truly one of the most beautiful things you’ll ever see. But nebulae get even more interesting, because they can also signify regions where bright, new stars are formed. Stellar nurseries, they call them. Stardust then,Continue reading “The end is where we start from …”

Happiness has its own weight

It might have been different had I arrived in the summer. The city is a different island in the summertime, open, clear-skied and brilliant blue to the edges. Even the mucky shore-water out at Rockaway lightens itself, can almost be seen through if you open your eyes before a wave breaks and pulls you intoContinue reading “Happiness has its own weight”

They are my stories

These are not suitcases. They are my stories. I carry them with me, yes, and at times – at 2ams and altitudes – my shoulders slump with their heft. The weight of past mistakes and all of the leaving. I spin the world backward, these times. Searching with my finger across the whirring, blurring globeContinue reading “They are my stories”

Where the feeling starts

Look deeper, Sherry would say. Examine where the feeling starts. Am I focusing on your mistakes so that I can avoid the mistakes I have made? Is that what we do – embroil ourselves in other lives, in other failings so that we don’t have to examine our own lives so closely? Sherry wants meContinue reading “Where the feeling starts”

What you don’t know

I can see what happens when he looks at you. There is a funny blue light that starts just below his ear. It curves under his jaw and then travels down his neck, out into his chest, where it shoots off in all directions. Like rivers meeting I suppose, but there’s something more electric, theContinue reading “What you don’t know”

Most everybody knows

People die every day. In minutes. Seconds. The closing and re-opening of an eye, and the world changes direction, spins you or him or her away. Out into the nothing or everything, and not here. Not here ever again. In New York alone, 150 lights go out from one midnight to the next. Cancer, cars,Continue reading “Most everybody knows”

Gracious

… This name that was mine from the beginning. In every beginning an ending is written. It is one of the very first things I told you. When I would lie naked in your arms, spinning my stories. The mind of a poet, and the body of a goddess, you once said against my chest – and IContinue reading “Gracious”

As if I am the sun

Where did you come from? You ask me this once, at some hotel, some time, somewhere. Frustration, and something else wrapped around the question. A glint of admiration, perhaps, for my stubbornness, for the fight I’ve just caused, and the way it wakes you up every time. Makes your breath come a little faster, quickensContinue reading “As if I am the sun”

Love, mostly

Eidyia’s note: When I write, I keep my favourite songs in mind – the way a lyric can tell an entire story in just a few lines. I love what I call the ‘economic beauty’ of a song lyric, and these little moments from The Memory of Stars are my attempts at this economy. I hope theyContinue reading “Love, mostly”