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
I still listen to the playlist that you made for the road trip away. I still have to close my eyes when I get to the third track, and I lean my head back and let the memories wash across … 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.
She lives above a banquet hall, the very one they used to celebrate with friends on the day they said, “I do.” And like the cala lilies by our first apartment’s door it reminds her that their love’s the same today as … Continued
Do not buy something so practical as speakers at the thrift store. No one gets rid of a good pair of speakers. When we move, they are the last thing we pack, or we do not pack them at all. We … Continued