It’s been two years since we moved into this big old fixer-upper on the hill. In that time there are some things that haven’t changed at all, like the cracked plaster walls in the unused living room or the pink … Continued
Mow in the dark: graze the curb, see the sparks. Mow in the dark. Days are short; life is hectic. Just don’t mow the cord. (This mower’s electric.)
Maybe I haven’t written so many rhyming words but there’s things that could be worse. I put work first. I’ve been writing behind the scenes about how things look, just where it can’t be seen. Code is poetry.
It’s so humid today that when I open the closet door, it smells the same peculiar way it did a year ago when I was soaking those same closet walls in water to get the loose, cracked, 112-year-old wallpaper off. … Continued
Bats and platypuses are the ones that we should watch. They’re the mammals who have learned to live outside the box.
If you could write “feel bad about that” on a list, maybe you could get it done and when you were done feeling bad about that, you could cross it off, and that’d be fun. And then you could feel … Continued
If I could fly to Mexico by way of all the flowers, never telling anybody how I know that my grandfathers would have wanted me to come back all the way to here every several generations and about once every … Continued
The little boy knows of the crime that shook his house but he is not scared.
She never used to transfer from the carseat to the bed without those waking-up ideas awak’ning in her head. But now she’s got this carseat that just cannot be carried, so she’s developed transfer skills, because it’s necessary.