january 11th, 2017

I had the week I returned to Indiana planned nearly hour by hour. I’d start at the coffee shop (finally!) though it opened three weeks ago whilst I’ve been out of town, I’d give a painting lesson, get my Indiana license, my tires changed, and even as I stood in my room at 1am on…

january 3rd, 2017

patio stegosaurus and a couple of cold, prehistoric battles (circa ten years old) memorialized by cold weather in southern Florida. Whenever the temperature dropped below sixty degrees we’d bundle in blankets and parade outside. We sanctioned the patio for each of us respectively. And our archetypal Florida swimming pool was the largest watering hole on…

december 20th, 2017

Tomorrow we (me, because it’s my life. you, if you’re heavily invested) duck under a covered bridge between one town and another. December barrels on even when I change places; from my Indiana home to my family one. The lot of them are home now (my siblings, future brother-in-law, and my parents). Mingling, I presume,…

december 6th, 2017

I am scuffing my shoes on December (oh, dear! how quickly our seasons have turned!)(I think, then, too, of scuffing my shoes on the cobblestone streets of Rome and of tearing the soles off. Of spending a handful of euros on fixing them up. Of wearing them everyday thereafter. Of wanting the streets to pull…

november 21st, 2017

I have been writing this for decades, or so it feels? It has been loom-strung for weeks with un-dyed thread and my own impatience; I have been returning and returning to the same pine floors, shuttered windows, small creeks of light on thread hairs and unkept shadows. I have tried to write this one thousand…

september 27th, 2017

I do not know to what capacity the one miscreant we still have in our home can be affected by an absence or if the comeuppance of my having only played Bon Iver on the turntable, burning sage, and our skipping around each other over a tiled kitchen floor is only a comfort to my…

september 26th, 2017

The eras of time in which life renders me the most malleable are also the most potent and life-giving. I’m penning this from my turquoise sea of an ever-so comfortable couch with a headache spurred by bouts of crying before even my first cup of coffee. The light is well; turning over from a September…

september 19th, 2017

a pennant banner of these things; the underbelly of a bird of prey, Indiana ocher ¬†siphoned straight from the soybean fields, the inches between my heels and Lake Michigan’s arm reach into the sand; the light on my couch-bed in my best friend’s Benton Harbor home; two cafe miels and a long drive “home”. We’re…

august 4th, 2017

This morning the wind tastes like something holy and unbound. I am skirting an acknowledgement of the earliest spot of marrow oh and the earliest sinews that hold it (of something inside something that helps it stand). This morning my sentiment is less an embarrassment and more another type of ordinary, like steam or uncured…

august 2nd, 2017

do not open if the seal if broken. as though someone sidled the lid off, the town lit up doused in citrus that stained. everything and anything reflective turned concave when the sun became a beggar for it; windows to bowls of grapefruit juice sprinkled with salt. nothing is holding anything, they’re just resting in…

late july, 2017

    july 20th, 2017: Sticky, insoluble air kissing the skin that doesn’t want it. An afternoon’s sentimentality clothes-pinned to the curtains, to the beige walls; the sun was here, wasn’t she? She has to have been; it’s summer. There are colors in this season we couldn’t conjure if we tried. Today began with rain…

july fifteenth, 2017

I’m certain I need to write this more than anyone else needs to read this. I suppose that’s me compensating with a disclaimer; everything I’m gonna say I need to say. Life has become particularly soluble these last few weeks and if I’m not funneling my whole heart into a mere one hundred and forty…