The Timing
When I was in high school my father was probably the best track coach I’ve ever had, because he always helped me get out of my head. Being an accountant, a solid and logical man, he would just use math. He woul...
Can I Come Feel Terrible Next To You?
I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to write about it. I just want to sit here and feel it. Then, I want to look over and see you.
The purity of your silent understanding soothes my invisible wounds. ...
The Possibility Of You Has Become Distracting For Me
There are a lot of big bad things. The world is full of them. They are smeared, and gray, and hovering over us. They hide behind suits, or masks, or collections of cells. They lie in wait in envelopes and coo...
How To Stare At A Brick Wall
There are four different shades of brick that I can see from the second-story window as I sit on your bed.
The first is the oldest and brightest, a vermilion terracotta exoskeleton for the neighboring 19th cen...
Between the River and the Sea
I’m just going to sit here if you don’t mind. I’m just going to sit on the bottom of a cool, dark pool — or really, any body of water will do. I’ll take a snorkel, or an air tank, or something with me. I would ...
