Adriene Crimson

Things I remember about being in court:
wood
being a small child
having a chaperone
peanut butter cup
anxiety
small voice
confusion
sunlight
Mrs. Naylor
mustard yellow jacket
brown pants
a $20 bill
brown leather wingtips
feeling the pain (on my behalf) in everyone’s heart
(even the judge)
witnessing myself from outside of myself

Listening to Dead Can Dance’s album Into the Labyrinth makes me, an atheist, feel as if inside a temple where I am filled with a potent, un-nameable, un-categorical mystical energy.
Their song “The Carnival is Over” is particularly mesmerizing for my spirit.

Here are the lyrics:
Outside
The storm clouds gathering
Move silently along the dusty boulevard
Where flowers [...]

When I was a kid my bedroom was just off of the living room at the front of an old stone Victorian apartment house in the suburbs of Philadelphia. I had two walls of windows and at the foot of my bed was a glass door with a sheer curtain, as if my room had [...]

my dad’s a scuba diver.
when I spent summers with him, sometimes he’d take me out to his dives with him. that usually meant that I’d sit in the boat while he was digging up starfish and sea urchins. sometimes I’d swim around and try to get back in the boat (which usually meant I’d end [...]