PinnedLucie PageToday on transit, everything I saw reminded me it’s the trip, not the destination.A man, in ninja gear. Only his eyes, visible. In one hand, his phone, open, his music, selected. In the other hand, a freshly rolled joint.Apr 19, 2023Apr 19, 2023
Lucie PageDelayed gratificationThe other day, in the packed waiting room at the Eye Clinic, the man seated next to me started making moves on his phone.Apr 7, 2023Apr 7, 2023
Lucie PageLessons in CartographyI don’t like it when people say I’m growing like a weed. In Madabec, weeds grow beside the highway. They get buried in dirt and choked with…Dec 23, 2022Dec 23, 2022
Lucie PagePulled Out From Beneath Myself: A Rug’s StoryThe night was dark; our introductions, unceremonious. A lumbering man and an unsteady woman hefted me out of a rusted green Torino and…Oct 24, 2019Oct 24, 2019