Nona Caspers's Blog

• I don't know

  June 18, 2008

  • (event: I ran into a friend walking down Market Street but I barely recognized him. He no longer wore a plaid shirt and jean jacket; he wore a gray blue suit. His eyes were brown. "Are your eyes brown?" I asked. He told me his eyes used to be hazel but last year they suddenly darkened. The same thing happened to his father in his 35th year. My friend took photos of himself every day the ...
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• home again

  June 15, 2008

  • ...get away from the windows I kept telling my mother but she ignored me even though the rain was splatting hard and the wind was called dangerous on the news. She worried about her hanging plant in the front yard. I cowered in the kitchen. "Stop doing that," she said. My father reassured and reminded me that these were not the dangerous northern winds--the danger would start at 70 miles per ...
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• today

  June 3, 2008

  • ...and then the mid-afternoon sun shot through the living room windows and we could see all the dust on the mantle and the dog hair on the rug and the particles of who knows what in the air and someone outside sang a balsy gospel song at the top of his lungs.... (event: someone outside is singing a balsy gospel song at the top of his lungs)
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