I've been listening to Little Earthquakes on repeat for a few weeks now. The whole album. In order. Without the later bonus content that appeared with various reissues, like someone decided the perfect thing needed to be longer. This is unusual for me in two ways, and I was about to explain both of them … Continue reading 4:38am…
I remember these nights13 going on 50sitting out on the roof smoking clovesburning incensebelieving no one could tell the differenceand sneaking aroundso very quiettrying not to get caughtnot to get in trouble I couldn’t sleep thenthe weight of itthe world pressing downlike it had chosen us specificallyto hold it up 48 still going on 50and … Continue reading nocturnes: someone has to sleep…
When I was little, we used to visit my mom’s parents at a house on the coast of California that the family called The Brown House. It may surprise you to hear, but the entire exterior of the house was indeed brown. As the youngest in the family, and the most compact, it was my … Continue reading calamari…
Last night, as my mind was grasping at straws for a reason to be awake, it started narrating the pain flaring in my lower back and hips. Turning it into words. Into poetry. Little visual metaphors born from the feeling of pain itself. My mind screamed about it long enough that I finally picked up … Continue reading poems lost between midnight and morning…
My circadian rhythm and I are no longer on speaking terms. 4:00 am-ish: My partner wakes up for no discernible reason and gets out of bed. I ask the time. Upon learning it’s 4 am, I roll over in an attempt to re-engage with sleep. 4:05 am-ish: From the bed, I request that he please … Continue reading upon a Wednesday morning…
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