The art is what you can’t explain about why it made you feel the way it did.
creative nonfiction
The rain, the rain, the rain
Winter set in like an abscess, like an infection.
Happiness is easy
That jig-saw view of life taken apart, put back together.
Procession
Fine, wet snow falling. Snow like sifting sugar, adding to last night’s on the lawn, filling in the footprints, whitening the paths I shoveled earlier in the drive. How it comes on harder then, how the branches droop from the… Read More ›
We are in the south of France now
It is this time, I think to myself on the couch, that I will want to keep with me forever.
Taking stock
The problem started with the awareness that the days were blurring together with little to set them apart.
Slim fields of winter
And I just have to think, to consider the amount of loss I’ll feel when everyone is out of the house and it’s just me, positioning things exactly as they should be.
