Grandmother.

One finger laced to another The quiet snap of gas between bone as they fold together A road-map of journeys internal Translucent blue, meandering Pronounced against silken paper skin Brittle, dry, fragile yet strong Encasing a vibrant soul that hasn’t aged Still the body fails it Betrayed to the endless embrace Of the deepest sleep […]

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OK, Thirty. Let’s Go.

Tomorrow I will be 30. Tomorrow I will be 30. Tomorrow I will be 30. I never thought I would make it to this point. I remember turning 20 and thinking, This is it. I have arrived. Hello, adulthood, I’m going to make you my bitch. And then life actually happened and I spent most of […]

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Fall Has Fallen And So Have I.

Holy man. Been a rough ride, hasn’t it? This blog has shifted and changed so much from what I had first anticipated. What began as a place to tell stories about my life working in coffee shops turned into a chronicle of my ups and downs and major life changes. I’m still barely hanging on […]

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Salt Meat: Part Four

Oh God. No. No, no, this isn’t happening, it can’t be. He’ll calm down, relax his hands and uncurl the fists he keeps hurling at my face. I swear to God, he’s not a bad guy. He just gets emotional. And jealous. He thinks I’m cheating on him. If I lay still enough with his […]

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Salt Meat: Part Three

PART ONE | PART TWO She says it’s a game. He’s asleep, he won’t notice if we take the remote from him and watch YTV. Baseball is boring and he started snoring fifteen minutes ago so it must be safe. So we crawl across the living room, our matching track pants loudly scraping the carpet, […]

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Things I’m OK With.

Older, always getting older. Lines I never had before (and only I can notice) have begun appearing on my face. My chubby cheeks are a little more sunken because age attacks your face first and then the rest of your body. But I’m not one to talk, I’m 27. I can hear folks older than […]

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Right, So About That…

Surrounded by half-filled cardboard boxes, a layer of dust settling on everything, I’ve decided I need a break. Today has been more productive than the entire months of August and September combined, and I feel cautiously optimistic about it. I washed a month’s worth of smelly dishes, did a month’s worth of smelly laundry, and […]

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