Erin OberGraceShe would make me tell her over and over again about the dream. I am five, I dream that I am in an all white room sitting in a wood chair…Jan 23, 2020Jan 23, 2020
Erin OberDigital Estrangement.Sometimes I go to her page. Even through the screen, breathing my mother in digitally is like exhaust, but it quenches an unknown thirst…Oct 11, 20191Oct 11, 20191
Erin OberDetroit. Endings.I had set out to write a bit about about New York, but instead all I could write about was Detroit.Sep 6, 2019Sep 6, 2019
Erin OberReturn to AirOn the night of October 10th, Henry Stackhouse dreamt that a tribe of Ojibwa Indians entered through his front door and took up residence…Mar 29, 2019Mar 29, 2019
Erin OberWerewolfThis is our second winter in Detroit. The first winter was full of disbelief and a furnace that never stopped running. It. never. ended…Mar 1, 2019Mar 1, 2019
Erin OberParis.There isn’t much to say about Paris that hasn’t been beautifully articulated by others for centuries. But I do want to give a few words…Jun 18, 2018Jun 18, 2018
Erin OberWinter is for.Long train rides in the snow, numb limbs, microwaved pizza, women holding babies in the dark, swaying. The thunder of tall engines in Union…Jan 9, 2018Jan 9, 2018
Erin OberDetroit. Beginning.It’s been just over a month since we moved to Detroit. Leaving Boulder was hurried, unceremonious — almost surgical. It doesn’t deserve too…Sep 19, 20171Sep 19, 20171