Something my father wrote

Tomorrow would have been my father’s 88th birthday. The following is something he wrote in September 1998, apparently for one of the classes he was taking to get his massage therapist license. (Though he never did massage as anything other than a side gig—he was an attorney—he continued to take courses on subjects related to [...]

It won’t be long now: ‘Dear Thursday…’

Today’s entry in the Love Notes to the Days of the Week series is no. 359—which means it is almost time to start preparing the ‘Dear Thursday…’ volume for publication, as this coming Thursday will be the last entry for Year Four. I expect to have everything put together and ready to go before the end of [...]

Constructing thick layers of dust (a poem)

Written while watching the On the Edge symposium on YouTube… 1 A body of work emerges slowly— too slowly, it feels as though the body is sloughing off skin the flakes landing in random patterns on floor and fabric as I scratch them from my forehead All the candles in my house have been exhausted [...]

The page is a reminder (a poem)

An ekphrastic poem, inspired by a diary page posted by Ksenia Anske. I don’t recognize the writing on some pages, I don’t see it at all (tip: never use fluorescent yellow highlighters to write in journals) I know that I was bored or angry wanting to be anywhere else wanting to pretend it never happened [...]