It’s one thing to remain fond of what was; it’s another to harness your time to those no longer present. Not the dead – they have whatever you give, which is enough even if nothing – but the living who don’t think of you. The ones who don’t give you room even in thought. WhoContinue reading “Stop correcting me”

Two blocks wide, footing rough, the path curves up and away from you. To your right, the wall is soft, bluish, cold. The wall is flesh. The slightest pressure bruises, the surface more delicate than expected. If you push further (of course you do, just to see), it breaks and divots and weeps a mixContinue reading “Early morning”

I watched the street split yesterday. Big, beautiful cracks as sections bulged and water poured from beneath. A main broke, leaving a bed of mud in long rivulets all the way down the next block. Partner and I stood at the kitchen window throughout the day, giggling as people displaying criminal amounts of inattention droveContinue reading “Necessary armistice”