By igorovsyannykov via Pixabay

Vignettes were never quite
my specialty, the wrist-flick
pull, dart throw
necessity of pinning

dragonfly seconds to
a cork board. So much so
I swam instead
between recollections,

spelunking for those
olive-sharp moments I
might polish off, microscope,
check and check again.

Where did I lose you?
Surely the puppets were
too soon, mimic chatter
in our backseat theatre

growing up. Perhaps I pulled
too many sliding doors
in sibling yearning, sculpting
checkpoint hallways you

studded full of deadbolts.
But I should’ve known
one-way mirrors
always were your favourite.

Or were they? Cramming meteor dents from conversations that never happened…

8. Please don’t flirt in formal meetings. Cue group discomfort.

By Chris Montgomery via Unsplash

After a year of Zoom-based interactions, the means through which we express ourselves and interact with others has changed significantly. To mark the impromptu transition to the cyber realm, I have catalogued ten of many unexpected observations.

1. Every background is a hidden object game.

With all respect towards privacy taken into account, backgrounds make an ample first impression. Details like book covers, room décor and wall hangings hint at someone’s interests. On a scale from “deep-cleaned” to “disorder”, the amount of effort devoted to backdrop prep suggests how people might handle their image.

Depending on the situation, a heavily curated office space or casual living room setting…

By Artem Beliaikin via Pexels

Some moments are buried like candles within the earth and this was one of them. A cold light cascaded along the room, the blue of porcelain dishes and an offbeat sky. Pale walls, crumbling at the edges, smudging away like blackboard chalk.

A dream then, with all its butter malleability. Clay-like in all the important aspects, yet steering the hand as one would a theatre marionette. A reality that only humbled in the aftermath, jarring wakefulness with its newfound absurdity.

This understanding did not trouble me at the time, walking those too pale walls, the low ceiling a cave without…

Michelle Lauren

Poet, writer, and digital artist. Looking for the ways words catch like silver in the rain. Writer for The Creative Café, P.S. I Love You, and The Startup.

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