Carrie MeathrellThe WalkaboutI tell myself: when this clock ticks at midnight, you’re gonna be up. You’ll walk. You will arrive. You will be elsewhere. You will be…Jun 25, 2019Jun 25, 2019
Carrie MeathrellLemon Trees and Vodka WaterI am sitting on my front stoop on a bright Los Angeles afternoon. The sky presses up blue and flat against the orange stucco walls that…Aug 6, 2015Aug 6, 2015
Carrie MeathrellThanksgivingI have a dream that night in Joshua Tree: a nuclear bomb has exploded over our heads, right in the middle of the desert. The skyline doesn…Oct 17, 2014Oct 17, 2014
Carrie MeathrellOh Sweet Nothin’I wake up on a Sunday morning to church bells ringing. Lou Reed has just died. I am not in my own bed, and I have a headache.Oct 9, 2014Oct 9, 2014