Monthly Archives: August 2015

What do you know?

I was in my twenties before I started approaching women. At first it was a tentative, “Hey, I had this confusing dream about you …” kind of bullshit. Later, it was a, “Do you want to hang out after this event we’re both attending?” vague-date … Read more

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Fire

I stood on a hotel balcony with my father when I was eleven and watched a mountain in Washington state burn. We were on our way to Canada for summer vacation. I’d never seen anything like it. The air acrid, a line of vehicles winding … Read more

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An old injury

You are so tired. Asleep, sometimes, with the dogs flanking you, early in the evening. Netflix asking if you want to continue. The air oppressive; fires in every direction.

And one day you do push-ups. You press against the floorboards. Against the weight of your … Read more

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