The Moment After Section :: Page 6

• BLOG— Leaf-fall morning

  By Audrey HackettOctober 20, 2015

  

  The world is always on the verge of being something else. Call it the temple/missile effect. I think the world’s drawn double, like an optical illusion.

• BLOG— Street Fairy magic

  By Audrey HackettOctober 13, 2015

  

  Ahead in the dimness, I heard bells. A belly dancer was jingling my way, still costumed and ringing from wrist to ankle. She smiled as she passed, enjoying the sleigh-bell sound of her own trot, I think.

• BLOG— Down the rabbit hole

  By Audrey HackettOctober 6, 2015

  

  My legs were pumping at a rate that suggested the Rabbit’s “I’m late, I’m late!” more than the dreamy, psychedelically mellowed Caterpillar. Every time I noticed how fast I was going, I slowed down. That’s all you can really do: notice, and let your grip go.

• BLOG— Do I repeat myself?

  By Audrey HackettSeptember 29, 2015

  

  More reliably than memory, writing holds the trace of who you were and are. Often this is talked about in terms of measuring the distance between the two.

• BLOG— Scenes from an interview

  By Audrey HackettSeptember 22, 2015

  

  She paused. I paused. Ross seemed to read my mind, or my raised eyebrows. “Yup, raw fish in the blender.” It was an ordinary kitchen blender, I saw later. Perfect for fish frappes!

• BLOG— Refusing to bend

  By Audrey HackettSeptember 15, 2015

  

  Suppleness, or its lack, is on my mind, and not just because the world is experiencing its annual arteriosclerosis. Change, any change, triggers in me a sort of panic.

• BLOG— The ends of things

  By Audrey HackettSeptember 8, 2015

  

  It’s 90 fierce degrees outside, but summer is done. Labor Day arrives to wake us from the green dream.

• BLOG— Block party, circa 1984

  By Audrey HackettSeptember 1, 2015

  

  Time was wrinkling. I was leaving one party and stepping into another, long past.

• BLOG— Green mountains, Yellow Springs

  By Audrey HackettAugust 25, 2015

  

  I confess: I had a brief romance last summer. With Vermont. Not the whole state, just one or two towns.

• BLOG— Perseid report: what we didn’t see

  By Audrey HackettAugust 20, 2015

  

  We were peering into the universe — back through time, as my grandfather loved to tell me when I was a girl.