Category: seasons
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Spring: the loose woman
I don’t remember the trees having this many shadows. Long teeth cutting the concrete. I walk under the branches and through their mouths. Spring has come to me early. I didn’t have to run or wade through the cold for long. Above me blossoms smell like a woman’s insides. Fertile and falling softly to the…
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Shit Shine
Today, I won the shit shine award for many backlogged shit shines. Sometimes at work we get pictures of feet or fingernails or hip replacements or car bows and we have to design the shit out of it and make it magical. I have been designing shit for most of my career so far and…
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In and out
Yesterday, I made this fig, olive oil, sea salt challah bread. This was my first bread-making and other than some dough stretched a little too thin, I’m pretty proud of myself. It’s been raining for three days and the clouds are colliding. Pat and I listened to music all day yesterday and I cleaned our…
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Vanvasion
There was frost melting from the car port this morning. FROST. It’s 39 degrees and sunny and I bundled into my Brooklyn Industries cowl neck jacket with a bad ass side zip, cup of Old Man Winter coffee and am now watching the desert thaw. My parents just landed. If I look out from my…
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My decoupaged Frankensteins
It’s quite here this morning. Aside from a few loud voices across the room, I can hear the air traveling through the ceiling. I can hear my thoughts crisp like leaves or a bitten apple. Today really feels like fall – the sky cloudy and spotted, 66 degrees, people on the light rail didn’t smell…
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Thinning blood
I feel a fall in my bones that isn’t coming. Saturday, the first day, was 106 degrees. This week it’s high 90s, but this morning I swore I felt East, the leaves beginning to turn and drain and catch the cold that drops them forever. I felt the spices and beer; preparation our bodies take…
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The marbles
This is not a desert morning, but something resembling pre-fall in California. There was actually something dripping from the trees and carports as I walked to the light rail and it wasn’t sweat – God, cool rain I have missed you. The girls at work are talking sweaters and slippers – the girls from Ohio…
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Who needs oven racks when you have the sidewalk?
This morning driving into work, the palm trees parted and downtown lay under a dusty heat blanket. 9 am and 100 degrees. These next few days are sure to be something I’ve never felt before. By Friday it will be 115. If I could just stop sweating, thin out the Northeastern blood I’ve built, I…
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Memorial Day weekend with our Brooklyn girl
Brooklyn came this weekend and after she arrived, we decided to clean. Not the bathroom, but her sheets were line-dried and we gave her a fresh crunchy towel. Pat did all the dishes – our 5 glasses, 3 bowls, 5 plates now that everything else is packed. The house is completely disheveled: I’ve been moving…
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Our furnace kicked off again last night
It starts in extraneous limbs – your heart, stomach devour warmth like sharks in bloody water – your fingers lose touch and numb. The leaves chime like glass. Newspaper stands capsized in snow. The streets are dusted and empty except the parking lot outside the heating assistance office. Breathing heat is fleeting – the inhale…