Checking it Twice
I was constantly reminded this past week that this time of year everyone is making lists. Lists of celebrations. Lists of goals. Lists...
Keychain(ed)
People carry keys, take keys, give keys, give keys back. People lose keys, copy keys, save keys, put keys back. My last ten years hold moments of too much fumbling, clutching, clinging and wishing to find the key I need in my pocket. Keys mean solutions. Keys mean safety. Keys are gratitude and frustration. My keychain has been too empty and somehow too heavy and the same time, because these sensations are illusions, only perceptions, and sometimes misinterpretations. May
Uncharted Waters-novel excerpt Tzi'
Cool morning air washes over me and passes through me. I miss the breeze of the bouncing picop rushed through my nostrils. Lidia’s letter is tucked in the book Sera set on the table. I cannot reach it to puncture, savor nor survey its contents. Sera’s letters all smelling of faded, faraway corn rest atop folded clothes. I kick off the blanket wrapped around me. I hear drops. Drops of water. And crashes. Thunder. And lights. Not lights. Lightning. I forget how man
