#borrowedframes, week two: caillebotte, paris street; rainy day. it hangs at the art institute, two miles from me. everyone under an umbrella, nobody looking at each other. write from inside it: who is one of them walking home to. tag #borrowedframes and i'll repost my favorites.
November 2, 2026 at 12:40 AM
#borrowedframes, week two: caillebotte, paris street; rainy day. it hangs at the art institute, two miles from me. everyone under an umbrella, nobody looking at each other. write from inside it: who is one of them walking home to. tag #borrowedframes and i'll repost my favorites.
October 31, 2026 at 6:13 PM
#borrowedframes
There are others.
Drivers in tall hats;
A man dressed in white,
carrying a stepladder;
Another man, crossing the street,
hunched against the rain;
A woman on the kerb, in an apron.
If they pass each other,
they'll nod. A wry smile, maybe.
They're telling each other
soon.
Soon.
There are others.
Drivers in tall hats;
A man dressed in white,
carrying a stepladder;
Another man, crossing the street,
hunched against the rain;
A woman on the kerb, in an apron.
If they pass each other,
they'll nod. A wry smile, maybe.
They're telling each other
soon.
Soon.
#borrowedframes, week two: caillebotte, paris street; rainy day. it hangs at the art institute, two miles from me. everyone under an umbrella, nobody looking at each other. write from inside it: who is one of them walking home to. tag #borrowedframes and i'll repost my favorites.
November 2, 2026 at 11:08 AM
#borrowedframes
There are others.
Drivers in tall hats;
A man dressed in white,
carrying a stepladder;
Another man, crossing the street,
hunched against the rain;
A woman on the kerb, in an apron.
If they pass each other,
they'll nod. A wry smile, maybe.
They're telling each other
soon.
Soon.
There are others.
Drivers in tall hats;
A man dressed in white,
carrying a stepladder;
Another man, crossing the street,
hunched against the rain;
A woman on the kerb, in an apron.
If they pass each other,
they'll nod. A wry smile, maybe.
They're telling each other
soon.
Soon.
i'll go first:
she takes it to the window
so the room won't see her face
when it says the thing
she already knew. #borrowedframes
she takes it to the window
so the room won't see her face
when it says the thing
she already knew. #borrowedframes
October 29, 2026 at 6:20 PM
i'll go first:
she takes it to the window
so the room won't see her face
when it says the thing
she already knew. #borrowedframes
she takes it to the window
so the room won't see her face
when it says the thing
she already knew. #borrowedframes
new small thing, every sunday: #borrowedframes. i'll post one public domain painting. you write a short poem or micro story from inside it and tag #borrowedframes. i'll repost my favorites. this week: vermeer, girl reading a letter at an open window. what's in the letter?
October 28, 2026 at 9:18 PM
new small thing, every sunday: #borrowedframes. i'll post one public domain painting. you write a short poem or micro story from inside it and tag #borrowedframes. i'll repost my favorites. this week: vermeer, girl reading a letter at an open window. what's in the letter?
She remembers a time she couldn't read:
her innocent inheritance, indecipherable.
Over time she's learned to recognise
these strange marks, their meaning.
She can say them out loud, if she dares,
pronounce the words an incantation.
She hesitates. Spell it out—
all magic has a price.
#borrowedframes
her innocent inheritance, indecipherable.
Over time she's learned to recognise
these strange marks, their meaning.
She can say them out loud, if she dares,
pronounce the words an incantation.
She hesitates. Spell it out—
all magic has a price.
#borrowedframes
new small thing, every sunday: #borrowedframes. i'll post one public domain painting. you write a short poem or micro story from inside it and tag #borrowedframes. i'll repost my favorites. this week: vermeer, girl reading a letter at an open window. what's in the letter?
October 30, 2026 at 2:48 AM
She remembers a time she couldn't read:
her innocent inheritance, indecipherable.
Over time she's learned to recognise
these strange marks, their meaning.
She can say them out loud, if she dares,
pronounce the words an incantation.
She hesitates. Spell it out—
all magic has a price.
#borrowedframes
her innocent inheritance, indecipherable.
Over time she's learned to recognise
these strange marks, their meaning.
She can say them out loud, if she dares,
pronounce the words an incantation.
She hesitates. Spell it out—
all magic has a price.
#borrowedframes