Proof of Life
I’m trying to prove to myself I’m still a human. Not the put-together type, but the feeling-deeply-kind. The heart dropping to the floor in the meaning of the moment. In all the noise, in the rush, in the feeling like a stack of plates full of filet mignon, baked red potatoes, and sautéed green beans- plates I’d waitered…
Without Putting on a Show
My laptop screen and keys are reminiscent of a frat house carpet. Dust, a spattering of dried brown stickiness, a random hair, and an ink-like streak. Now that I’ve seen it, I can’t unsee it. I can’t push down that knowing and pretend it doesn’t exist. So I savor ten more seconds in the horizontal position, then spring…
The Teddy Bear Tapes
I forgot how to write. Three or is it four days have passed. On a JBL speaker, my best friend Kristen and I sat listening to the podcast “The Teddy Bear Tapes.” The show’s creator, with his pork chop loin sense with words, painted picture after delicious picture of past moments, of larger-than-life moments, moments he sliced up…
Sinning in the South
The lawnmower game in the South is next level. Dilapidated houses —bordering on condemned and foreclosed —and what appear to be people with no budget for a thousand-dollar mower—I see them on these commercial-grade machines. The extravagance and incongruence are a running joke I’ve made since moving here two years ago. I set the frill-less Kobalt push mower…
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