Someday This Will All Be Gone

Time tends to create an opaque membrane,with more limited optical clarity, behind the lenses of eyes that automatically adjust for distant targets,when someone, who is very fond of blue,comes near.It draws the taupe veneer of historyover the windows of the heart,goading light from the front of the house—What if I could shine from inside out?—to… Continue reading Someday This Will All Be Gone

Things My Mother Gave Me [That I Did Not Ask For]

shoulder padsa cigarette burn on my left shoulder her middle namea battle with me at the middlesecond helpings of mashed potatoestoo little pride to succeed, too much to ask for helphow to win Monopolyhow to cheathow to cheat the systemNintendo 64an excuse for asking: “Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love… Continue reading Things My Mother Gave Me [That I Did Not Ask For]