On The Muscle
It’s nothing and everything like you thought it might be. The words come out dry and sand like, they slip between your fingers, between your lips. They’re all used up and dried and… Continue reading
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We Still Pray South
I keep on dreaming of places where the sea stretches so far ahead of me I lose my footing. Places where time seems to have stopped, the world grown up around it, ivy… Continue reading
On The Time
If you’re lucky, which you are, you come out the other side of this twice the person you are right now. If you’re lucky, which you are, this will one day seem like… Continue reading
It Rains in Texas
It rains in Texas. It rains big spit like drops against the over grown grass in the backyard, turns dirt to mud, makes the porch smell like we live in wet woods always.… Continue reading
It Is Long
We make homes in the most unlikely of places. I am never where I thought I might be, would never want to be where I thought I might be. Because time has a… Continue reading
On What Grows
There is nothing that changes what we do now. We’re so far flung from that orbit it doesn’t even make sense to talk about it, to use comparisons, to think of one another… Continue reading
On A Train
In the morning everything is grey, and kissing you near the harbor now feels like a month ago. I could not tell you everything that passes by in a train window. Make a… Continue reading
On The Oranges
There is an orange tree outside and you tell me that, I have never noticed it. But, it’s right outside the window and their pops of color seem to me to have preordained… Continue reading
On Walking
There is something distinct in me that approves of walking. It feels as if the world is in its proper place and I could not imagine to be someone other than who I… Continue reading
One Month, Maybe Three
We’re less than ourselves half the time. I am stretched thin and the flowers have already begun to fade. I suppose it is the constant awareness of aging that makes us feel as… Continue reading
With The Lights On
I want to talk about what you don’t talk about when the lights are still on. In the Las Vegas airport I am sitting at a Dolly Parton slot machine, eating mentos and… Continue reading
For A Time
For a time I was afraid of you, like if I came to write I might not like what I have to say, worse off I have been worried for months now that… Continue reading
On Your Fingertips
It is easy to forget there is blood beneath your fingertips, until you cut them open. Also on the list of things I never think about, because they are so deeply imbedded into… Continue reading
Like I Used To
I just don’t write like I used to. Whoever said you don’t have to be in pain to be a good writer has never really been in pain before. Or I’ve just never… Continue reading
On The Water
It’s been raining a lot here in California and it makes everything seem a little more mysterious to me. And we say it’s because of the rain and the cold and the thin… Continue reading