More musings.

In moments of distress I find myself on a coffee shop patio posturing as poet for the other patrons unconcerned with my presence. With home so far away and uncertain only familiar comforts will suffice; hot paper cups and a mumbled ‘Americano’ feel…

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30. Peace with my demon

We became friends when I was 7, my hands in the lowered sink of an elementary school restroom. I had just folded a paper-towel, covered one side with soap, and stuck it to the ceiling. When I looked back into the mirror, I saw him. Mr. Pebbles, or so I…

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Goddammit.

You came up in my thoughts again today. It’s been months since we’ve spoken and even longer since our last soiree. You who tortured my dreams after months of existential vomit on that lakeside where we smoked joints and laughed at nothing. You who…

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We brought a neighbour over for dinner.

Tonight we had the loins, so tender after a spot on the grill. I like them medium, she likes them rare, but meat is meat all the same. We listened to Rachmaninov’s 3rd concerto, picking at the muscle, so sad today. She didn’t move to wipe the drool off…

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Thoughts on my youth.

I followed her instructions and felt safe as she wrapped her warm palm around my knuckles. The street seemed so big back then, so big for someone so small, but I wonder how small we really were. Just the week before, my mom had grown weary, chasing my…

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I fucked you on a hill with no grass or rocks for traction. There, under the moon and short headlights of cars passing by above that farm where ajumas plant corn on rainy days, minutes after petting a guard dog who barked until we gave him attention. I…

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200 Words

When I was seven, I told my classmates stories about my “Uncle Sandy.” He wasn’t really my uncle, he actually didn’t even exist; Uncle Sandy was the alternative male father figure I wish I’d  had because all of my actual uncles were docile old men.

My…

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29. Tired Eyes

There was no time for goodbye when the nukes dropped.  Mother, watching the broadcasts with great attention, couldn’t believe it had gone this far. She’d stopped watching Law and Order, as was our tradition, and the videos in front of her lacked both of…

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