Tomorrow is my grandpa’s 93rd birthday. It feels like he’s been on holiday — like our grief is some compounded sadness over an absence of three months, not forever. Three months. A leaf, falling with timid grace from a tree. A baby, giggling as they curl their fingers around your own. Tiny, new fingers —Continue reading “Echo”
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Eleven
It is a beautiful number, when you consider it carefully. The gentle “l” sound, followed by another “e” not in your face “Eeee” but an “eh” that reminds us it’s more modest that it looks. “Ven” to see, I see, they saw? I don’t remember conjugation well but I do remember the eleventh of September.Continue reading “Eleven”
Remember?
Tell me, almost a year ago, I sat in this same spot and wrote about the beginning of quarantine now it’s 2021 and not 2011, not 2019 nor 2020 hardship it’s continued inside days and different definitions of reality. It’s owning 20 masks for your 7 days of the week, weeks are still 7 days,Continue reading “Remember?”
Here, Again
(love) held me on this bench at a different time — a year or two past, September from last spring. I pop up from the ground fall planting miracles around me . What an era. What a time to be wearing a mask with a knowledgable woman who knows the names of books, and shapes,Continue reading “Here, Again”
Inventions
Think not of then, nor of what could be. Think of now. I dare you. Can you? Consider it as it floats by, untethered, tethering you. Thinking is an invention, no? of our foremothers, of species reconciling past and present into future possibility? No god nor head of state; No hidden truths, no sufferingContinue reading “Inventions”
New York June
Oh, you have me patient, my love, waiting for this long to know if you are out there or not can’t you not just come around, show yourself at a party, on a plate — let me eat you up for our first meal, then ask you on a date. Oh, I am so readyContinue reading “New York June”
The Kitchen
The ottoman sits, four legged, brown bodied with flowers sewn in pink and gold, green leaves trailing off the edges. I’ve seen it every day, this quarantine. Next to it, the refrigerator stands silver, tall, certain — more spacious than we could have bet on for a three bedroom in Brooklyn — humanized withContinue reading “The Kitchen”
2020
Is time part of the game? Capital in, capital out, nothing in the middle? No room for humanity, No room for boredom; No room for shame as I sit, anxious, chatting with friends, one part future, one part ashamed of the anxiety itself. Tell me why all this money matters more thanContinue reading “2020”
Time, Reflected
The feelings I write, the feelings I give today I ponder time and a clock strung with string and the powerful men of tomorrow when I take a stake in my own power, honey, when I sip tea and drink juice (smoothies, preferably) I feel mad at times, and worried at times past and futureContinue reading “Time, Reflected”
White Houses
When someone lives both near and far from your heart— where do you go, where do you start to make sense of that sense of loss, that sense of time passing like a train past white houses they have sat and waited, sat and, sat… I see Paul in a fresh tuxedo and his brideContinue reading “White Houses”
Reaching Joy 