Such pains evade the eternally ephemeral—the ones only landing lightly,A brush against a cheek so gentle you’d almost think you’d dreamed it.So soft.So fleeting. We landed too hard this time,The both of us.Left an imprint on your faceScraped your noseSliced your chin, just there. Just so. And me, as much the worse for wearBruised downContinue reading ““If you think I look bad, you should see the other guy.””
Category Archives: Medium
C. × sinensis
The most surprising orangeI’ve ever eatenwas from a street vendor in Londonin 1997. Had I ever had citrus grown in the Mediterranean? My grandfather would send us home from our visits to Florida with mounding bags of citrus from the trees in his yard. Oranges, Tangerines, Grapefruit, I would never eat. My Yiayia and PappouContinue reading “C. × sinensis”
Modah Ani*
I. Is it overly meta to blog about a blog on the blog you’re blogging about? II. On the anniversary of this experiment born out of a whim born out of an unexpected—and very welcome—breaking open of self, it seems apt to revisit not just where I began, but also where I now find myselfContinue reading “Modah Ani*”
much ado about everything
I curl up on the floor of the closetThe door cracked just enoughTo let a sliver of lightHit the papersI balance on one kneeThe laptop on the otherI tried 10 takesat the kitchen tablebut the house is too smalland voices carry too welland when it was silentthe cats would start fighting This is everything andContinue reading “much ado about everything”
tiny rebellions
During my first marriage, struggling to hang in there (for reasons I will not enumerate) and struggling with the guilt of not wanting to hang in there, I read a book by a Christian author who said that the purpose of marriage was to make you “holy, not happy.” Holy, not happy. As though marriageContinue reading “tiny rebellions”
Hypotheticals
At the commencement of our walk together the other day, a friend shared that they had been asked by someone nearing their quarter-century birthday to write down advice they would have given themselves when they were 25. I have thought about this frequently in the days since. When I was 25 I was already twoContinue reading “Hypotheticals”
the body (second movement)
I. A woman sat in a rocking chair in front of my house and cheerfully enumerated to me and the other mothers in attendance the ways in which her church taught members’ pre-adolescent daughters that if they had sex outside of/before marriage they would be permanently damaged. “You give each girl a balloon and theyContinue reading “the body (second movement)”
microchimerism (and other persistences)
In spite of having convinced myself that I’d successfully encapsulated, sealed and healed them, past wounds leak out when I don’t expect it. I don’t mind so much if they leak out when I’m alone—I’ve got that down to a science—but when they leak in public, like an unexpected period on a newly menstruating teenager’sContinue reading “microchimerism (and other persistences)”
A bleak interlude.
Sometimes when you wake up suffocated with a sadness as dark and oppressive as a demon from your sleep paralysis you go for a walk to try to shake it, at least enough to pretend to function, to answer that text in a cheery way, to smile on that Zoom call with your boss, toContinue reading “A bleak interlude.”
X annos.
Itryto con-strainthis grieftuck it in-toa boxbut it bleeds,it seeps out likespilledink andsmears. it mindsnot the new, dragsme back in with itlooklook, feelme, feel metug, feel me wrestthe ground from beneathyour feet once more. don’t getupstay there.Feel me, feel —Don’t run from me,it commands; No–itbegs; it pleads of me, “Stay.”The more I tug, the harderitgrips me.MyContinue reading “X annos.”
Undusted Corners 