Mika AndersoninScribeThe Whales in RomeRome was hot in December, a lonely Christmas feast of clear sunlight and shimmering heat bending against pale stone buildings, timeless…·2 min read·May 17, 2024--32--32
Mika AndersoninScribeLast SupperI become what I fear the most, a body carved in a familiar form— long, veined lines, soft marble and upturned palms— I spread the wings…·2 min read·Apr 23, 2024--9--9
Mika AndersoninThe InterstitialBlooming CowsThe cows on the hillside have returned and amongst them like piles of summer snow — calves, gossamer and fresh, long pink tongues…·1 min read·Apr 14, 2024--6--6
Mika AndersoninScribeAs the Rain ComesA warm breeze steals in through the open window, camel-colored curtain swaying, hypnotic. Coffee, weak and watered down, laps, almost…·2 min read·Apr 10, 2024--13--13
Mika AndersoninScribeGoose CreekThe geese are sleeping, razor beaks tucked away, palmate under technicolored wings, opalescent against dawn’s tentative touch.·1 min read·Apr 5, 2024--10--10
Mika AndersoninThe InterstitialTolstoy’s Infinite SkyAs spring settles, it seems to me that my body has gone. As if I have never before known the velvet blue of a stretching sky, never smelled…·2 min read·Apr 2, 2024--6--6
Mika AndersonFécamp, NormandyThe sea spray is cool on my skin, salty in my nose and on my lips, weathered and raw. The wind, strong here by the foam sliding over…·2 min read·Mar 31, 2024--3--3