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Write me a letter. Tell me a thing. Admit a secret or ask me for one or share something that others already know. I’m not picky. Yes I am. See? I’ve already shared with you. Now you can do me … Continue reading →

Is the glass half-empty/half-full? Don’t matter very much when it is actually half filled with acid!

I wash. I clean. When the Lady of the House sends me off, I scurry, but listen. “What about your husband?” He asks, his voice rough with something absent from my life for some time. “Rafe doesn’t matter,” the Lady … Continue reading →

Is it love that I’m feeling? Is it a stiff breeze? I am fifteen – it could be anything in between. I suspect it’s the latter. Your lips are so inviting, plus you’ve got great backlighting. It’s a picture that’s … Continue reading →

Rumi wrote, in a poem called “The Meaning of Love,” that when trying to write about love “I am rendered helpless; my pen breaks and the paper slips away…” Pretty fucking lazy, Rumi. I think Van Hagar sang “Finish What … Continue reading →

We got off the phone an hour ago, agreeing that you’d pick me up. Then my mother said I couldn’t go out. You’ve been traveling the distance ever since and I am waiting by the front door for you to … Continue reading →

We brought the ashes and we brought the address and we brought our memories but we didn’t bring a picture of the old building and if we had, it still might have been so different between then and now, we … Continue reading →

When my father invited me to join him for a therapy session, I expected combat. The image that came to mind was an idealized me with a quarterstaff defending against two attackers: my father and the therapist. I wasn’t sure … Continue reading →

The last time you started over you came back as Kennedy, a no-nonsense clerk in Chicago, right? No family, no friends. Just a head-down, all business, serious imports/exports clerk who was going to be business-oriented, and maybe figure out a … Continue reading →

I showed Philip the thing I had brought from the park. “Do you think we can save her?” “It’s not moving,” he said, picking at the bird with his pen. “Hey!” I said quietly, so Mrs. Rosenfeld wouldn’t hear. He … Continue reading →