Category Archives: #Small stones of 2012

small stone #30

By God, the month is almost over and still no #amwriting done in any serious way. That is how you may know that I had a lot of work to do and that I executed numerous responsible and serious business things on my agenda. For instance, I flew to Finland and back, went to a job interview and a written test, sat for three exams from my regular exam session, and handed in three of the five assignments due for this semester. Around all that, there was a lot of travelling done, where I did not lose touch with home thanks to the wonderful B-day present I got from my baby and his family. Apart from travelling, I visited a couple of universities, ex-employers and such, I renewed old friendships and heard from ex-fellow-students and colleauges. I rummaged in a black plastic bag, containing all I had received from my parents’ place after it was sold. That brought me a nice afternoon of sweet and bitter memories. Unfortunately, I did not find there what I needed. Moreover, I found that it contained only about one third of what was mine in that place. That place is the one which appears in my dreams, when I dream, of “home”.

The small stone for the River of Stones of today is:

“Snow and frost, still sunny. The way I wanted it. Now I reconsider, but there is no taking back the weather.”

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

small stone #22

Snow falling and melting right away. That is the curse of temperate climate. Home is dry and warm, so nice a place to stay. Sunday is my fav ritual.

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

small stone of 14th january

come and study the notes you took at lectures you never attended. not that those who did, have any. letters hard to spot, hardly visible after so much photocopying, are anyway boring. enterprises and innovation are far, so far away from the sun and beauty of the outside world. they are trapped in high towers, in offices full of buzzing assistants trying hard for tomorrow’s skyline that inspires them.

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

friday, the thirteenth – small stone

The river of stones keeps flowing:

“it is friday, the thirteenth. who can ignore it. i heard a man of power speak rubbish and felt ashamed. i cried for the girl who had died in so much suffering and pain, who had met her end in miserable solitude in the cold company of wickedness. i hardly did believe it.”

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

small stone of 12.Jan

Here is my contribution for the River of Stones, on this 12th day of January:

“people talked. i heard intelligent chat. intelligent chat rustled in the frills of my pride. the vain periphery of my consciousness indulged in the sense of being necessary, wanted, listened to, looked up to, and so much more.”

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

pebbles on the 11th day of jan

“what about your exams? what about? what? scribbles. scratches. notches. no complains. literarum radices amare, fructis dulce. or am i wrong? i’m not.”

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

small stone #10

Look ye here! I got a bus. And finally remembered what it was to hesitate which bus stop I should wait at. And wonder, also, where to get off. The time I spent at the old cafe reminded me of the happy hours I had, in spite of buses, stops and costly tickets.

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

small stone of the ninth

hm, it was an office that i saw. i looked at its freezing windows and my breath cut the air in two. pyramid climb – that was what it looked like to mend the a/c. a pile of chairs over a table, in other words.

small stone of 8th january

Today, things are different:

“sleep, sleep, the unimaginable freedom it brings upon your memory and hardships; you close your eyes and there’s Hamlet there in front; i open them and freedom rolls its eyes before me, grinning green and grim.”

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

small stone for 7th Jan

Finally, my small stone will be a bit different:

“The train is packed with packets, bags, and people carrying, caressing pets, and talking smoothly of their days and lives, of their children, cars and recent flights. The highway blocked, no buses ride – so, train’s the only means of getting by.”

© 2012 Mariya Koleva