Category Archives: prose

Love songs, prose, for the Pacific coast

Posted on May 24, 2017 by

How the clouds hung on the horizon off the water and made two lines, I thought they were grinding their teeth. All the mountains ground down from the pressure of the sky pushing on them and the earth, where they … Continue reading →

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“In the midst of life we are in debt, et cetera”

Posted on May 18, 2017 by

Wednesday, that day time slows every week, with Lily on a late-start for school, the possibility we could all sleep in until 7:30 but never do, a day I work from home with Charlotte on early release, meaning she gets … Continue reading →

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The moon’s broken head in our lawn

Posted on May 12, 2017 by

Though they said it was full there was no sign of the moon behind the clouds. The dog’s muzzle started to go white, we just noticed. We asked one another if they’d seen the same thing or it just happened. … Continue reading →

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Blue skied an’ cleared one Saturday 

Posted on May 6, 2017 by

The slow collapse of order brought me comfort, the release to chaos. The house in disarray with shoes everywhere and kids and unclaimed cups and odd dining hours (10 o’clock for dinner) that reminded me of our times in France … Continue reading →

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Right before the storm the sky turned a queer pink

Posted on May 5, 2017 by

The wind came on hard so of course I had to go out in it: why does being out in extreme weather make us feel so alive (because at any moment it feels we may not be)? Is it really … Continue reading →

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Fallen, moss-covered tree in the aspect of a dog

Posted on April 26, 2017 by

There was nothing more of it left at the end, the day got sanded down to a pile of dust smaller than the shape it started. The dishwasher ran and the rain looked to stop for a minute, but only … Continue reading →

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Fireflies trapped in a jar, the days, prose

Posted on April 25, 2017 by

Some of the days flew by so fast, others you could trap in a jar. They were on the internet or in your computer on a spinning carousel, going back as far as you could right up to the present. … Continue reading →

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