A Color of Her Own1
1Explorations in form, fiction, and various hobbies. And sometimes shrimp. I really like shrimp, too.
The Shrimp Cube
I had been keeping fish for a long time, pretty much from the ages of 6-18, when I left my parent’s house for college. I told myself, “College is only going to be four years. You can wait until you’ve graduated to set up another aquarium.” As all hobbyists know, though, the siren call of…
The Scientific Method
OBSERVATIONS The loud noise–I’m not sure whether to describe it as a boom or a crack or something even worse–rips through the house. Through my head. I know the sound instinctively, even though I couldn’t say I’d ever head it in real life. The sound of a gun.
I’ve sometimes said that soup is the only sacred food because only soup, or a good soup anyhow, perfectly mirrors the whole cosmos. Contra Christianity, the cosmos is nothing like bread and wine.”
Joshua Gibbs, “Fiction: Liars, An Interview with Harold Borroughs Black”
A Color of Her Own 