You have proved me wrong. It is easy to love you. You, in all your vastness and freedom, your brick walls and rotten remnants of wooden fences. Your stray dogs chasing children on bikes they outgrow too fast. Your paintings made in basements, unforgettable music played in smoky dive bars, never ending ribbons of concrete... Continue Reading →
It sounded like a metronome. Rhythmic, measured, rigid ticking of melting icicles hitting a rusty window AC unit. End of March was not settling into its spring self, gently rising to high 40s, and violently tumbling into single digits with blizzards. It was as unpredictable as Julie’s sleep schedule as of late. She looked at... Continue Reading →
My Dear Friend, What is it called when the ocean gears up for a big wave, and the water gets pulled away from the shore with such a force that the sand at the bottom seems to be screaming? That moment when everything feels naked and scared, suspended, waiting for a crash? That moment of... Continue Reading →
I drove past your old house the other day. You don’t live there anymore. I don’t know if you ever truly did. Amid your suffering, your tantrums, your screams, your clouds left no room for cozy sheets and family dinners. Now the front yard sports a cozy “Home Sweet Home” decorative well, and the front... Continue Reading →
The elastic on her left sock was frayed. Stubborn strings sprung out from the once perfect band, creating a fuzzy halo around her ankle. Clara sighed, touched the left corner of her mirror and took the socks off. She lined the pair up from toe to heel, folded the band over the top, made a... Continue Reading →
The spiral grooves, and you're the needle, Skipping sometimes and sometimes not. On blackest surface, rigid, feeble, Your soul as midnight vinyl, tied in a knot. Through muddy trenches, round and round, Of love and life, what it all means. The needle dreams of roads now found, Revolved in pain, and yet it sings.
You have proved me wrong. It is easy to love you. You, in all your vastness and freedom, your brick walls and rotten remnants of wooden fences. Your stray dogs chasing children on bikes they outgrow too fast. Your paintings made in basements, unforgettable music played in smoky dive bars, never ending ribbons of concrete... Continue Reading →
She stares back with awe and surprise, wide eyes tracing your wrinkles. She never even had an inkling, that you are so close to demise. Sunlight tangled in her fuzzy curls, playful grin dancing on her lips. She recalls how many hops and skips she did today, beating other girls. She tells you of summer... Continue Reading →
She drowned. Her ashen corpse, stubbed out, smoking; empty eyes reaching out from the deep. He tried. Their pleas to gods remains unspoken, just like the love they hoped to keep. She drowned. In him, in them, in time, in pain. The flame went out, at the witching hour. She groped for him, his soul,... Continue Reading →
Today I lost my mind. Yesterday was business as usual. I got into it with Steve about his dog shitting in my yard again, got trashed at Jimmy’s, drove into my own mailbox, ate seven frozen burritos and fell asleep staring at a half torn page of Sports Illustrated. But in the morning… in the... Continue Reading →
June 2020 cover of The New Yorker had a sketch illustration of a city street, crayon-like colored buildings, a few sidewalks, a bike delivery guy and a pedestrian, both wearing masks, silhouettes of people in windows during various activities, and it was all upside down. Even without flipping it around, it was clear what I was... Continue Reading →
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