
Bead Necklace
Inside, I didn’t feel pastel or small or minimal.
Semioticians getting to know one another via story telling — true, invented, or somewhere in-between. ALso see: EXCHANGE.

Inside, I didn’t feel pastel or small or minimal.

There were always drugs in the house — because everyone who visited him came bearing gifts.

Pure poetry of title and color.

The suicidal ideation of the Cold War was infectious, and I caught it young.

I never gave that little silver rabbit to my mother.

A talisman steering me clear of the Siren song of fear and indifference.

I wanted to find a dinosaur fossil, badly.

These totems keep me centered and help focus my thoughts when I got driving duty.

Anyone with five cents could buy one, but I didn’t know that at the time.

One of the first machines invented and used primarily by women.

A mysterious relic created by routine, familiarity, and sentimentality.

Its inner workings make me think of it as a miniature Modernist building.

My talisman keeps me vigilant, wary of the complex bait and switch skills of confidence men.

The hatchet is of Swedish manufacture, and thrums with northern virtues.