Kentucky I’d walk for hours in dappled light, following gentle curves of narrow roads, their asphalt edging sharply into dirt, then grass. Green shivering as cars drove by, and I huddled near to its softness. The air, more often than not, was heavy and placid. Warm and warming, I’d wade through it, pause, as if […]

My left leg slightly limping, I pass through an unseasonably warm March evening looking over my shoulder for foxes. I feel like easy prey. From afar the skilled hunter can tell that I am weakened. That a misstep on my part could mean a feast for them. I pass through the night an easy target. […]

Richard Brautigan and Haruki Murakami write about spaghetti a lot. To them it seems a lonely task. A gentle boil with a simple means to an end kind of task. I find I usually make spaghetti alone. When the house is quiet and the only sound is a water droplet shivering in anticipation of falling […]

Chicken Little’s prophesy is coming true: “The sky is falling! The sky is falling!” This is not sensationalism. This is not media hysteria. This is not a drill. This is not the boy who cried wolf. This is surrealism as reality. This is dream in waking life. I thought I saw a lady floating to […]

I’m sitting in a cafe after a long day of retail, drinking a beer and reading Ta-Nehisi Coates’ Between the World and Me, pouring over passages that ring truth in me despite my experience as a Caucasian female in her early thirties. The passages I read bring me to tears. My reading is disrupted by […]

Come down            Come down From your high horse           And lay beside me Together we’ll map           Constellations From individual blades            Of grass and wonder at the kosmos What do they say?           […]

I think about the sound of dry leaves rasping on concrete. By very virtue of once being alive, they turn color, drop with the cold, the batterings of rain. They scuttle across pavement with the breeze, with the kicking of feet, finally laying to rest in a pile at curb’s edge. Partitions of land where […]