My little horse
fetish has come home from the office, where it kept watch on my working days,
and now sits on my long table laden with collage bits, edited pages, Italian mug, luminous blue-green stone,
and "fragile" stickers. (The
Zunis say the horse posesses healing powers, swiftness, strength. I love its calm demeanor and its wabi-sabi texture.)
Today, instead of
working, I am listing—and listing toward—the following:
. drinking Blue
Bottle New Orleans iced coffee
. thinking
impulsively about buying a telescope
. watching a baby
jackrabbit cavorting with the quails
. revisiting a lot
of favorite 70s music
. wanting to
cultivate a sort of Noel Coward persona, with cigarette holders and satin
dressing gowns
. returning to my
sheep ("revenons aux moutons")
image: Christie B. Cochrell, Horse Fetish
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