No Todos Los Hombres

So I’m at the drugstore to pick up a couple of things, post-workday, post-workout, pre-shower, etc. As I’m crossing from one aisle into another, in my peripheral vision I see a man turn in my[…]

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87 Different Ways

The tears that build but never crest. The unbearable sweetness of a child’s bedtime prayer, repeated some 55 years after the fact. The sensation of being entirely without skin, crumpled, spat upon — and its[…]

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Apotheca

We heal one another. We do it invisibly, and often. And mostly without even knowing it. How many times has this happened, over the course of a life? How often have I healed something in[…]

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Which Plumage

Does the body remember the hows and the whys? The accidents and the mindful intrusions? The heart shape traced in bloody scratches from a pin, just below the crook of the elbow; the crunch and[…]

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The Smallest Gesture

Love, sometimes: like sending myself in the mail, naked and bulky. And when I arrive, if the reaction disappoints, no amending, no editing will fix me. I crumple and I burn with shame. Even if it[…]

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Everything is Fine

  I miss the way we used to be. You and I, we could count on each other in our watertight dreamspace. The sharp corners on the outside, where they couldn’t reach us unless we[…]

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Rest in Peace

    From the first time I heard your voice (age 8, on the way to school, sitting in the back of Mrs Tuominen’s car), I was enthralled. You knew something I didn’t know yet[…]

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