Monthly Archives: June 2012

I want to eat Chicken McNuggets (in a cardboard box, with honey mustard) on a city bench beside a concrete fountain and nothing else will do Most days I crave red leaf lettuce, arugula grape tomatoes, brown rice, lentil soup … Continue reading →

We roll past a wind farm, a dead raccoon and a thousand acres of corn beneath a cotton ball sky Beside me, father and sons analyze Captain Jack Black beard, Davy Jones, good, evil, relativity projectile weapons, and loose, colorful, … Continue reading →

I’ve heard it called a “twang” but this is inaccurate Even a slow beginner gently running her pick over a single string creates a heavenly sound one that cannot be captured by language Bent and bowed, fingers strained to keep … Continue reading →

In the living room, four lone boxes sit beside the futon couch, four out of what felt like at least a hundred. A growing pile of give/sell is near the front door. Otherwise the house is empty. So I sit … Continue reading →

I hadn’t owned a TV in years. So on 9/11/01, I would have had to make a special effort to watch the news. Rather than go to a friend’s house in order to see, and not just hear about, what … Continue reading →

Corn and forest shadows stretch on for miles In the back seat, child is planning his life’s work Books he must write, movies he’ll produce. Thousands! Dad drives, listens, offers encouraging syllables every few minutes Little brother hides in his … Continue reading →

Several tiny birds have hopped near my outdoor cafe seat. The moment they’re close enough to touch, a handful of these miracles glide away. For want of wings, we strapped cloth and sticks to our backs and jumped from high … Continue reading →

A person is never an only or just a anything just a diner waitress spreads her soul on canvas between lunch shifts, hoping (barely) she can one day be more than more than anything she’s ever really believed herself capable … Continue reading →

Yesterday was day 28 of 30 posts in 30 days, an exercise intended to break a habit of silence during intense transition. I wrote nothing. I felt too shy, uncomfortable in my own skin. I still feel intimidated by the … Continue reading →

The computer is a lap ornament. I got the first-line blues, a craving for banana bread and a yearn for some less tangible sweet. Sweet like the opposite of dealing with deception, sweet like father and sons shooting hoops in … Continue reading →