A list ranking how dangerous things are. A list of ingredients but with everything doubled. A list of old things to take back: black lace, an empty photo album, cobwebs, hands, blue weights. A list of questions to ask. A list of places I visited once. A list of one thing. A list spanning…
The green light means it’s okay to cross the street, but if it’s a light green like the way your eyes are a light brown, you have to cross backwards, and if it’s a dark turquoise you have to sing your least favorite song and flail your arms, and if it’s not green but also not any other…
You turn your notebook upside down for me to see: hello my friend, do you think this will ever end? You hand me the pen and ask me to draw a teapot pouring raindrops across Saturn’s rings, flowing into the mouth of a creature with the mouth of a fish, the mane of a horse, the horns of…
When every glance is a worry — when desires can’t formulate into decisions—when you answer on the first ring to keep up appearances — when you only see the world as imbalanced and crumbling—
The box was an old microwave box with a faded star burst on its side; it was red with the words “perfect for your mother’s meatloaf!” in italic bold.
It sat in the pedestrian tunnel, by the man-made lake with no swans (not the man-improved lake with two swans)…
He didn’t want to scare her off, he said. Only offer a chance for connection, a chance for conversation. He didn’t want to rush through his day and not feel a part of the world, he said.
They were standing under bright red construction scaffolding on 5th. Someone…
We can impact or influence the humans, the dirt, the other animals around us — but they all influence us right back. We aren’t as unaffected by the hill as we think we are. It exhausts us. So we bulldoze it. But we’ll always carry with us the story of the hill that exhausted us and so we…