I’ve started to measure everything for the very same reason, as if knowing the dimensions of things and the distances between them can somehow stem the chaos that is threatening to undo the world.

I spent weeks digging the painful glass crystals out of my fingers with a pair of tweezers.

In addition to collecting neighborhood felines, I collect many forms of nostalgia and tokens of unearned sentimentality…

At twenty one, the confession created a spasm in my mother’s eye.

She paused again, her eyes closed and this time she fell asleep.

Like being on a ship and seeing only ocean and sky, the Great Plains yawn out on all four sides, mustard yellow and mossy, the grass simply existing endlessly.

We are familiar, these shadows of the past and I.

The birthday cake sports a large red 4 and at each corner sits a lit candle.

I was 44 when I bought a tombstone.

For the longest time, I couldn’t even say his name.

Dig out the recipe your mother scrawled on a pale yellow Post-It note…

The train goes by. The train is cold. The train is at my window.

I don’t know if it was due to nature or to nurture that I have always labelled myself errant.

There may be a stakeout tonight for my bike. It has been seen twice now. Who’s in? Last seen by ME on 7th and Hardy last night

i.

family, n. any group of persons closely related by blood.

Drag, in the classical sense, is not something I’ve ever done.

“On the day in question, I wake up feeling incredibly calm. It has rained all night – I can practically hear the water seeping into the garden.”

“She will be doing the batok because today, her mood dictated she will”

“Facebook and news apps were still atwitter with quarantine “it” hobbies. Baking and organizing, cross-stitching and gardening. I was still behind.”