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Writer. Reader. Inadvertent cheater of death. Your lover with too much eyeliner on.
Maybe that's what we look for all our lives, the worst possible grief, to make us truly ourselves before we die. Louis-Ferdinand Céline
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Our Magpie Luck in The Alex Era
Mostly, I try not to let myself think about you… but under today’s snowstorm, a sky full of doves shedding their cold white feathers, I thought about you… I was thinking about that one Valentine’...
A Matter of Court Record in Dramedy
“Mom, who is my dad?” I am unprepared for the question my 8 year old lobs at me over dinner, as he swipes a milk moustache off his face with one swipe of his grubby hand. The answer seems so obvi...
Mais, Il Est Trop Tard Maintenant in The Alex Era
A letter I wrote to my estranged husband before he was killed.... A., Even after all this time, whenever I’m at a book sale, I still always look for the Fante. It’s my thing. Actually, it was yo...
All Honey, No Vinegar in The Alex Era
Yours is a haunting that I can’t seem to let go of. It was our anniversary on November 8th. Or would’ve been. I don’t know. I’m never sure if anniversaries continue to exist for widows of men who...
Necessary Fodder in OD OG
From time to time, I still think about the others I met in the hospitals and crisis centers, in the lowest points of our lives. And I wonder if they’re ok. I wonder if they beat the statistics of...
The Strange Tale of P. Mooney & the Impoverished Children in OD OG
The 80s education system loved a puppet. I don’t know why, but back then, the teachers often used puppets to teach us morals and anti-drug messages in our tiny, rural school. We had a whole progr...
The Persistence of Memory in The Alex Era
Your apartment is dressed in the shadows of twilight. Black sheets of it pulled down the walls, over the furniture. It hides the coffee cans of used syringes in the kitchen, the little metal weed...
