New memories for dark fields
Our family arrives in the field after dark. Though it isn’t really dark—a streetlight illuminates the alley, the sun hasn’t…
Year: 2021
Letter to an old friend (who might contain my younger self)
Dearheart, you’re not the person I walked with. It isn’t you in this blurred polaroid. Remember: I learned your lips…
You do not need to explain your absences
Sometimes I don’t know where I am. I don’t know how to describe what I’m doing, the company I’m in.…
I am not one thing. I can only be one thing at a time.
My first month off work didn’t have as much writing as I’d hoped. My time seemed to get nibbled by…
This is my unworking situation
I’ve had a few friends ask this week how I’m feeling about not having a job. The truth is I’m…