MissMeliss | November 10, 2008
Spanish speakers would tell you that the word “zorro” means “fox,” but if you capitalize it, and give it to a dog as his name, sometimes it turns out to mean “champion” instead.
It was ten years ago today, on a cold and rainy, wretched November day when my stepfather called me from work. “Melissa,” [...]
MissMeliss | November 8, 2008
A house is never silent in darkness
to those who listen intently;
there is a whispering in distant chambers,
an unearthly hand presses the snib of the window,
the latch rises.
Ghosts were created when [...]
MissMeliss | November 8, 2008
No man can taste the fruits of autumn while he is delighting his scent with the flowers of spring.
– Samuel Johnson
In improvisation, one of our exercises is a game called “Seven Things,” in which we go around in a circle giving each other the challenge, “Give me seven things that [whatever].” We are not going [...]
MissMeliss | November 8, 2008
From her bedroom in the tower, in the castle, on the cliff, the glassy sea seemed motionless; a shining slab of indigo ice beneath the brittle crescent moon.
Many an evening was spent communing with the waves, while she sat in the cool, damp sand, and let the starfish murmur sweet nothings to her tender [...]