Constance wants to know what I’m afraid of. So I answer: Scorpions. Lingering deaths. Not saying goodbye. Saying goodbye too quickly. Falling down holes. Plane crashes. Monsters in the closet. Rabid dogs. Electrical fires. What will happen if I’m alive when this civilization falls. Losing the ruby out of my engagement ring. Hitting pedestrians while [...]
Categories: notions and sundries
1. The instructor for my magazine writing course is pushing me (and the rest of my classmates) to pitch ideas to magazines. She really wants us to succeed, and I can’t help but want to do a very good job for her. It’s nice to be taught by someone so passionate and so willing to [...]
Categories: author's notes, notions and sundries
Within the quiet of your not saying anything, I became. Perhaps. Words wrapped around concepts like scotch tape wound around a rubber ball.
Categories: notions and sundries
If you’ll forgive me, I don’t quite feel like talking. If you were here (or I were there), we would sit in silence and be grateful. Perhaps we would hold hands, but maybe not. The gestures of strangers. I picture you laughing often. Despite what I don’t know about you.
Categories: notions and sundries
I really truly try to read poems more often than I do. I buy poetry collections. I carry these collections in my purse in case I might find myself waiting somewhere alone for more than thirty seconds. Sometimes. Not always. But I have them. And I reach for them. And then I get distracted by [...]
Categories: author's notes, notions and sundries
