Skip to content

The Weight of My Days

A dynamic sculpture from pennies

Random Posts

  • Zen and the art of office designZen and the art of office designDecember 16, 2016
  • Drunken beesDrunken beesJuly 29, 2016
  • What the tree has wroughtWhat the tree has wroughtAugust 13, 2016
  • One too manyOne too manyDecember 21, 2015
  • Where do ideas come from?Where do ideas come from?October 21, 2015
  • It’s about timeIt’s about timeJanuary 24, 2016
  • The stealthy viewThe stealthy viewMay 19, 2016
  • The Facebook lieThe Facebook lieNovember 12, 2016
  • 100 grand100 grandJune 19, 2016
  • Being the baby againBeing the baby againDecember 13, 2015
  • The trouble with foodThe trouble with foodSeptember 10, 2016
  • Day 31: Oldest of friendsDay 31: Oldest of friendsAugust 6, 2015
  • Even nowJanuary 21, 2017
  • The interrogationThe interrogationDecember 14, 2015
  • Day 92: A life in three sentencesDay 92: A life in three sentencesOctober 6, 2015
  • Day XX: Copper allergyJuly 24, 2015
  • Alma’s progenyAlma’s progenyJuly 5, 2016
  • Holes in my headHoles in my headApril 4, 2016
  • Swimming in beautySwimming in beautyFebruary 4, 2016
  • In the real worldIn the real worldApril 16, 2016

Tag: train

Train tracks

Train tracks

The train was all black, going fast, on a track that followed the rim of a wooden volcano. Its whistle was full of darkness, echoing into the cavern of void around it. I was scared, even as it curved away from me. I knew it would be back. That is the first dream I remember … read more Train tracks

Posted on March 17, 2016May 15, 2019Author LisaCategories ImprovisationTags 1988, brain, Ohio, sleep, train, whistle
© Copyright 2015-2017 Lisa Schnellinger