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New year’s resolution
New year’s eve there was no moon. We left the campground, our little cabins with the K’s on everything and the logs painted brown and walked through the forest, the ghostly pines (so different than a little further inland) and the leafless trees all covered over in what would turn out in the morning to … Continue reading New year’s resolution
Solstice
I Suddenly there were clementines on the tundra, although no-one could say from where they had come. The small round oranges were obscene against the flat bright landscape, the white-dusted ground broken only by the pockmarks of frozen lakes. Nina Simone (That’s what her parents had named her- her parents, who had met in Budapest) … Continue reading Solstice
Squat
The animal hides on the bed never get made- there are blankets over the windows. In the kitchen, eight different kinds of hot sauce. The flash from the police officer’s camera is overly intimate and, in retrospect, beautiful- the crumbling dirt floor of the basement, the toe of his boot cap, shining and black, in … Continue reading Squat
The Tree
Dear Reader! Another nice story for you. Fiction. Now without the angry rant. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------The Tree------------------------------------------------------------ --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Madeline finds the tree on a Wednesday. She is walking. The tree, its trunk massive, its bark like elephant skin, is on Gantenbien and Shaver. The tree is behind a small board fence, and its limbs extend out … Continue reading The Tree
Ruby
The day that Jules’ dog died, he drove his truck down to the Oconee river and parked it in the poplar trees along to the bank. It was springtime, and the grass was dotted with white daises and small yellow flowers whose names he did not know. The vet had given Jules a small plastic … Continue reading Ruby
The brief wondrous life of Sonny Riccobono
It was march, and Seamus and I had just started dating. The rain clouds, while still black-grey and flinging down torrents of water, were broken, now, in moments, by patches of glorious, syrupy yellow light- the steamy northwest sun, emerging naked from its long, introspective sauna. Seamus and I decided to go to Olympia for … Continue reading The brief wondrous life of Sonny Riccobono
dream
dystopia, dark skies, lightning and chemical clouds, always dark, I’m staying with SG in a sprawling metropolis- I go to visit Mykhiel, who lives in the bottom half of a tiny, peaked house with dark, papered-over windows- the bottom half and basement, on the inside, are a chaotic, teeming labyrinth of strange, industrial apartments winding … Continue reading dream
thanksgiving
It’s late and I can’t sleep. I got up this morning, made the stuffing for the turkey (“Eddy”, he was ultimately named), and then went back to bed, because I was grumpy and hadn’t slept well, and was being a general pain in the ass. So I had a nap in the middle of the … Continue reading thanksgiving
Chloroplast envy
Today the weather is clear, but cold, and I alternate between letting the cold clear air fill my apartment until it is frigid and shutting the doors to crank the small wall heater until it is intolerable, and I feel as though my lungs are drying up, and I cannot breathe. The dog looks out … Continue reading Chloroplast envy
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