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Category: Little Epiphanies

  • Pile of Notebooks

    Small Notebook #117

    Small Notebook #117 is an unassuming pocket notebook small enough to be carried everywhere – which I do. It succeeded Small Notebook #116 and a long line of Small Notebooks stretching back across time to Small Notebook #1. When it is retired, it will take its rightful place on top of a distinguished stack of…

  • Lovers

    When the Rain Begins to Fall

    1. It was raining outside but I was warm inside you in that room scented of teas. When we went down to the river to gaze on something other than each other, we marveled at the fish jumping. Their dull “plops” echoed in the silence under the trees and left concentric circles on the dappled…

  • Woman with scarf

    Honesty Turns Me On

    It was a long time ago, another life really. We sat in a restaurant of starched white table cloths and talked. Long after our plates were removed and we were coaxing the last drops of champagne from the night, we talked. And talked. The other diners left. The waiters hovered at a safe distance, at…

  • Tango dancers in intimate embrace

    Hold Me

    Two people approach each other. Sparks are flying off their bodies but they force themselves to slow down, like sports cars approaching the starting line, latent power sublimated. Once they are close enough to smell each other, they extend their spines upwards and roll their shoulders back, revealing – as if they were peeling away…

  • Confiteria Ideal by Kevin Carrel Footer

    Tango Is a Feeling

    [et_pb_section fb_built=”1″ admin_label=”section” _builder_version=”3.22″ global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_row admin_label=”row” _builder_version=”3.25″ background_size=”initial” background_position=”top_left” background_repeat=”repeat” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″ _builder_version=”3.25″ custom_padding=”|||” global_colors_info=”{}” custom_padding__hover=”|||”][et_pb_image src=”https://www.kevincarrelfooter.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/KCF-_DSC9382-175.jpg” alt=”Confiteria Ideal by Kevin Carrel Footer” title_text=”KCF-_DSC9382-175″ _builder_version=”4.14.2″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][/et_pb_image][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.14.2″ _module_preset=”default” hover_enabled=”0″ global_colors_info=”{}” sticky_enabled=”0″]Tango Is a Feeling By Kevin Carrel Footer Buenos Aires, 17 April 2022 — I saw her across the dance floor. It was an…

  • tire tracks, white sands

    The Way Back

    by Kevin Carrel Footer The past reminds me of things that were. Like sugar-coated castles, those things glimmer in the distance and their beauty overwhelms me. I would like to return, but cannot. I can find no way back to the lost places. The maps have been destroyed; the paths twist out of recognition. The…

  • The Road Diaries by Kevin Carrel Footer

    Making That Strong Place Strong

    By Kevin Carrel Footer I have been working lately at making that strong place strong. It is hard work. Often the strong place isn’t so strong as it should be. But it should be strong – it must be strong – if we are to become fully ourselves. For most of us, creating the strong…

  • The Voluptuousness of Nothing

    Take Nothing. Hold it up. Turn it in your hand. Have a good, long stare. Nothing, in spite of its bad press, is really quite something – especially when compared to the alternatives. So many of the things that press around us filling our time and space are so bland and pointless that emptiness becomes…

  • Rainy-Day Soliloquy

    by Kevin Carrel Footer In La Boca, the river has shed its customary brown livery and turned gray. You would think that a river would remain one color, not change like a chameleon, but you would be wrong. The Rio de la Plata is a shape-shifter, writhing and cavorting before your eyes. On land, the…