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We traveled by car. My grandparents left upstate New York and drove the eleven hours to my home in Virginia, where I waited, impatient and seven years old, for them to pick me up and continue the drive to Florida, to Disney World.
I spent the entire journey reading, so immersed in words already that I [...]
I hide behind beautiful words. I hide truths that are more difficult to wrangle with than even I know, and though I like to think I’m facing things, I know there will be more, more and more things, stacked like cordwood, like bodies, just waiting for me to face them, that is, to put faces [...]
It’s strange to walk into a place and see someone whose words you know, whom you follow in a strictly world 2.0 way.
It makes you hesitant.
Then you consider all the things you put out there, all the soul-emptying smudge of language on the pristine pixels, the things you would never, ever say to someone in [...]
I still have the postcard, buried somewhere in a keepsake box beneath wedding photos, the abstract finger paintings of my children, photographs, ephemera.
On it, a friend’s scribbled writing dashed off hurriedly; I was grateful to receive anything at all from him on this journey across country with his family.
He told me of New York, the [...]
You might, one night, find yourself buying a mango outside a bodega in the West Village after a long night spent listening to music with a pianist, in the basement of a bring-your-own bottle jazz club.
Perhaps it is almost dawn, and your favorite food in the world is a mango, and the pianist has never [...]
“I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ all the way down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I’m told
I gave her my heart, but she wanted my soul
But don’t think twice, it’s all right” -Bob Dylan
You ask me to tell you about myself, and I feel like screaming, or running, or crying.
I’ll start answering the question [...]
For your viewing pleasure, I’m resurrecting some old posts that might have been lost in the literary action. This story is mostly true, and paints me in an odd light. Which is to say, completely accurately.
Years ago, I was invited to a party. I’m not saying it was the last time, but it might have [...]
The house I grew up in is now a store. A running and walking shoe store, to be exact. The point is, you can walk in whenever they’re open and see the dining room where I played piano and made up songs about my brother’s stuffed animals, the kitchen where I learned of my parents’ [...]
The weather is like this: cooler, when you can just put on a sweater and only feel as if maybe a coat would have been better. The leaves are falling and smell of sweetness and decay. The crisp football air feels good.
But there is an argument. This homecoming game littered with high school angst is [...]
This is a piece from my “creative” blog. I have no idea why I initially separated the work. Perhaps because that other stuff is darker, less conversational. It could continue to stand alone as a short fiction piece or it might be the beginning of a longer story. We shall see.
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She knew you could see [...]
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