A Calendar Revisited

March 8March 1984

Eventually, the sky set in a systematic deadening of color, in blues and purples, and the sand cooled around my feet and I was alone. My friends went home long prior and losing the buzz of the sun made me, there with half-buried buckets and grit-scratched trucks, feel even more solitary. I liked the quiet at these times because it felt like the time of day when there should be quiet, when the world packed up and relaxed its shoulders. Intermediately, the stillness would be cut with growls of landing planes and then the quiet would once again come and at some point I would start a countdown from continue reading…

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The Light of What They Suffer

IMG_4086An egg-shaped paperweight sits on top of a stack of books in one of the cubbies of our largest bookshelf. Fixed in the middle of its transparency is a jellyfish, frosted white. Its body, the part that pulsates and spreads as it travels through the water, is about the size of teacup and the tentacles hang from its inversion. In the egg, there’s the reflection of the outside—in another time, the blue of summer midday, now, a sliver of white, of cold season and I squint to see the snow that’s falling, to witness its movement, hoping it transfers to illusion of movement of the wiry thin tentacles, to watch the jellyfish swim upwards towards the surface, to break free, to stretch through its resin.

When I stop imagining, stop seeing it swim, the entire action of my scene continue reading…

off the starboard wingtip

Sky 8In The New Yorker, journalist Jenna Krajeski wrote about James Dickey’s poem “Falling” and how it reminds her of October.  Or maybe it’s October that reminds her of “Falling,” I’m not quite sure.  After a while the spark of recollection tumbles back upon itself and the initial thought isn’t clear and doesn’t matter so much because both the inspiration and inspired are memories you love equally.  Krajeski talks about a Halloween costume she created that was motivated by the poem, which tells the true story of a stewardess who was sucked out of an airplane exit door mid-flight in the early 60’s.  Witnesses recounted, she was there one moment, gone the next.  The woman continue reading…

3 Truths From Before I Was 10

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There was a teenage boy named Todd who once told me in his room how he would go underneath his bed and lie on top of his girlfriend most times she’d visit. Todd was the brother of a friend of mine whose apartment wasn’t far off and when he told me this I thought of how I had friends over to my apartment and we’d close the door, just as Todd told me he did, and because of that, at first shake, what Todd told me didn’t strike me as curious. The gesture of closing the door, of separation, was mostly okay in my home and it made me feel like an adult, which maybe is continue reading…