Tag Archives: Language

MOTHER TONGUE

Posted on July 23, 2020 by Misha

I want to keep a conversation going but my words sound like recordings of past conversations, like the centuries stored up in the royal pronunciation, the stifled reruns of jokes that used to be funny, the shared frame of reference … Continue reading →

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Memory

Posted on July 19, 2020 by Misha

I was here when that chestnut was grown from a conker and the Paul’s Scarlet was a smaller thorny red spleen, before a time lapse could record every sunset and replay them in salmon and rose and golden and green. … Continue reading →

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