epilogue of the bear trap
I sleep in a square. I bookend my profiles with pillows and I keep two below my head. Waking means lifting and climbing’ sleeping means sinking. I dream surrounded.
In the back of the house, rotting limes. They liquefy. Porous green to a brown gray mass, happy dents.
Tell me what surviving […]
It goes back. Way back. Past the butcher paper tracings of our bodies in elementary class. Before the infamous “ain’t ain’t a word” argument of ‘88. Before the blood on Halloween at ten and a half. Before the first kiss, first swig, first burst through curfew, too early for my interests. Always after that experience […]
tree in frick park
Being sick for the past 2 weeks does, in fact, have its advantages. Very very tiny, strange advantages but there they are nonetheless. One is a change of perspective. Exhaustion and congestion ruled my days so I had no choice but to take it down about two or three or five notches. […]
abacus the best friend cat
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waking up in the woods
artistic statements of yore
bloopers
Dear Maddie,
The trees were on fire along the drive to see you. Even in the middle of a season I am sometimes shocked to see proof–yes, here we are at the end of October. I’m glad the seasons surprising me never gets old, that I never grow accustomed and forget how magical the shift and […]
war protest rally, frick park 2004
Dear City,
You are good to my heart. You offered a soft place to land, and let me stain the surface with a shell-less flesh. The wet fist. I stared past the wounds and right at you.
I was young, I left everything. Now if I go anywhere else, here is where […]
the patrons seated at our spanish restaurant, owned by the My Little Pony gang
Dear Maddie,
Last weekend, I was lucky to spend some quality time with you. Since I live about 5 hours away, I take what I can get, but it’s never enough. You are four years old and such a brilliant little person. Whenever […]