Month: November 2013
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Digital clutter
My website is a time bomb. I’ve been watching is count down for a few months now and still haven’t done anything about it. Every so often I’ll get an email from my site saying “at 99.9% capacity” HELP ME! I’m fat and full and you’re a terrible creator, lazy lazy woman. But I don’t…
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Natural habitat
It’s one of those rare mornings where it’s raining. I know people flying in and out or visiting probably think “what the hell, I came to Phoenix and it’s not sunny?” But we’re getting a weekend of rain and I couldn’t be more at peace. Tonight we’re having some friends over. I’m making Smoked Chicken…
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Incendiary
I’ve seen birds die this way: half in the desert’s mouth, half out; stagnant air so hot every gasp requires a respirator pumping their beaks open shut. A bum on the train rocks: his eyes closed, shoes off gasping with that same desperation while fans malfunction overheating obligations to save him. Smelling sweat is the…
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Do you understand?
“I’ve been here two years, but spent one in the hospital.” A mangled woman presses flyaways against here head. The grease holds them. She sips soda from a McDonald’s cup, but if there’s anything my dad taught me fast food cups are good camouflage for alcohol, so she sips something cold keeping her warm. A…
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Coming out of your closet – Ash Beckham
“I think we all have closets. Your closet may be telling someone you love her for the first time; or telling someone that you’re pregnant; or telling someone that you have cancer; or any of the other hard conversations we have throughout our lives. All a closet is is a hard conversation.” – Ash Beckham
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Winter is beginning and ending
I’ve been so closed off. And I know it. I’ve been afraid to rip myself open, to write on bone. Maybe not so much afraid as tired. I’ve been tired and missing a spark. Perhaps this has been my winter. In a climate that has few seasons, my body still creates them. Trees grow around…