Félicia Atkinson

Have I been away with a part of ourselves?

I am not asking the dunes.

A woman saw a seal.

The cold locates itself up the nose, a frozen bridge between the mind and the spoken.

I have hesitations now with the prepared piano I am listening to, and any kind of loops, even if it sounds beautiful, it seems like I canít agree with what it means right now.

All I care is to built a kind of toy pliers and also a blind spreader with you guys.

Weíre feeding the alley cat.

With the snow coming, it even started to like quinoa left overs. They can make it grow now in Anjou.

I am biting my lips and the lamp is on the floor. Should it stay there? Should we enlighten more the grounds?

Calling Sweden. My friend answers ´ I am currently sitting on the back of a horseª and it seems like the most beautiful answer I could hear.

My heart is making a kind of alarm. The loan was denied. I hear the cello. I am wondering about the power of saffron and ginkgo. I want rhythm. I am finding it choosing another song.

There is a glass window with signs and information about the beach and its uses. A dry little crab hasnít moved an inch in it, every day we come to check on him.

At least we now have a car. Should we drive endlessly? The cafes, restaurants, theaters, and museums havenít yet reopened in France. I remember writing about that hotel in Port Angeles, Washington state, USA, the feeling of being the only one there. I am here and I am there now. The ocean in between.

The baby pines and the cedar nuts.

There is no show.

I donít have reception here.

I hang on to the books and to the wool. I am thinking of Hal Hartley. I order stuff.

The roasted vegetables ended too dry.

Dry milk on the carpet.

I go to see the horses and their elegant coats. I tell them how I am wondering a lot of things.

The hand has been getting old, but it is still the same hand, I want to say to the fed animal.

I take interest in window frames.

I donít want to have upstairs neighbors. They are the worst, even trying their bests.

I enjoy front neighbors. I find comfort seeing light behind curtains, gates and car parking.

While lying on the bed, streaming music in my headphones, listening while writing, I suddenly understand the sentence « follow your voice», you have to take it literally. The voice is not the shadow, it might actually be the light obstructed or channeled by the body.