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Family Nap
Sick day except as an adult
Growing Together
Growing apart just means you’ve already grown together
Palimpsest
3/8/20 Sunday’s drip away so sweet. There is sunshine in the air on this March afternoon, and a breeze that says “it’ll be ok.” I’m not too sure I should listen to the voices on the wind anymore, though. They always tell you the opposite of the thing you’re not entirely sure you don’t want.Continue reading “Palimpsest”
Ceramic Seat
3/7/20 Does writing a day into memory lessen its significance on my life if I do it while taking a shit? Or is it lifted to a new, holistic experience? My body is processing. I am living, experiencing, and following through on years of evolutionary planning. When I sit on a porcelain throne and remindContinue reading “Ceramic Seat”
Bean Juice
2/24/20 If today wasn’t a day then I don’t know what is. Work came & passed. I got done what I could, took a small walk, and had a long lunch. Marie & I went to a Salvadorian restaurant for pupusas, but it was cash only. Both our cars needed oil so we put someContinue reading “Bean Juice”
Bastion
2/23/20 My back is sore from running, my body tingles with the last bits of my weekend, and Marie just turned on the space heater. “Can you do me a favor,” I ask her. “Hmm?” she asks, poking up. “Can you please get me a tums,” I ask, feeling the deep, acrid shudder that tellsContinue reading “Bastion”
Drive In
2/18/20 Sometimes I want to be alone. I’ve had thoughts about what I’d do if Amelia & Marie died & I was alone. But then the reality of the situation arises and I realize I’d be hollow for quite a while.
E.R.
2/15/20 It was an interesting day. I stated up very late with Marie last night, & we both woke up early. There was a casting call in Folsom nearby, so Marie convinced me to go with her & Amelia. It was technically a casting call for infants/children, but they also want families. When we wereContinue reading “E.R.”
Bow
2/9/20 Sundays are boxes with bows: mysteries glammed up to entice a willing explorer to take a chance. True, the box is not wrapped, just bowed. So maybe the cardboard exterior isn’t the prettiest, but the pow—a twist and turn of pink & purple ribbon—makes any beige cube rather intriguing.
Rings
2/7/20 Marie lost her engagement ring. Technically she has (as of my writing this) lost two. I bought her two rings—an engagement, and a replacement for an older one—when I went out. She took them off last night to shower and forgot to put them on. When I awoke the silver one (the non-engagement ring)Continue reading “Rings”
Tobacco Blues
1/27/20 Where to even begin. When nothing seems to happen maybe it’s a sign that everything is.
Simplicity
1/26/20 Sometimes I wonder what I’ll actually remember from a day. At times I feel my emotions are eclipsed by an inescapable feeling of emptiness; that my actions are grains of sand on a desert planet. But with that I am reminded it only takes one more straw to break a back; it only takesContinue reading “Simplicity”
1-20-20
1/20/20 It was a Monday. Marie was awake when I got up because her mouth hurt so much. I took her car to work so she could go to her parents & then the dentists. It was a normal day for me. I got frustrated working on website/domain stuff because I’m trying to take thisContinue reading “1-20-20”
Ed Boy 