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Everest at 5 months

Everest recently turned 5 months! She’s still pretty new to this world, and continues to be a mellow, easy baby. She does not cry much, and when she does, we usually know why, and can calm her down pretty quickly. She babbles a lot and likes to blow raspberries. She likes to say, “Ohhhh,” “Ehvuhh […]

Everest at 4 Months

Everest turned 4 months recently. She celebrated her first Halloween, and went trick-or-treating with Sister and buddies Connor and Ellie. She also enjoyed friends visiting from Indiana this month. Auntie Belen and Uncle Tony made her laugh many times, and she had a lot of fun at home with extra attention from loved ones. It’s […]

Everest at 3 Months

Everest is a tall girl, measuring in the 90th percentile. She is scowly and does not smile much. She wears a slightly disturbed or exasperated look on her face often, particularly when Sister crowds her space with excessive hugs and kisses. Her head smells like pineapples. She is a pretty easygoing baby, but does not […]

Everest at 2 Months

We have now kept Everest alive for a whole 2 months. (*Pats self on back*) She is a fairly quiet and easy baby. She recently started sleeping in 9 hour stretches just in time for mom to return to work (we’ll see if she keeps it up). She often wears an inquisitive look, or a […]

Everest at 1 Month

Everest has been with us a whole month now. Everyone is adjusting. I’m adjusting to maternity leave (half over now), Vale is adjusting to being a big sister (very well, I might add), Kyle is adjusting to being a Dad to two, and Everest is adjusting to…. life. Existence. Not being a fetus. Acquiring human […]

Nightmare

bitter time runs frantic always chanting about summer lust and sordid sausages drunk as a mad goddess on honey the delirious black shadow screams a symphony crushes the raw mist soaring in the lake and dreams the sun away

Kiss

sweet peach music sings a light whisper in a garden of spring roses spraying languid honey dreams over lazy forest rocks my arm in yours bare feet and the misty sea the summer wind and the moon the shadow and tiny petals soar and shine

Cloud

the enormous black apparatus lies still sleeping with a thousand bitter shadows never recalling the delirious rust sky and lazy purple wind pounding, singing, whispering a quick storm beneath

Cat Ghost

she woke me up one gray morning back from the dead seeking answers from me why two years before my death did you create upheaval invite noise and chaos test the limits of my anxiety

Rage

There’s no other word for it. But the coffee was better and more substantial today, probably because I used hotter water. I read Camus’s The Stranger, and was angry, though it engaged me more than John Updike’s Run Rabbit, which I started last night, and didn’t particularly feel like continuing. I did yoga, and was angry. I […]

Day 1 of Quarantine

Started the day at 5:30 a.m. with French Press coffee. Brought my own coffee grounds and French Press because I can’t leave to get coffee at 7-11 or Family Mart. I know my own dependency so came prepared. Haven’t made French Press coffee since Ana showed me in 2009, when I visited her in Greensboro. […]

Scenes from Quarantine: Furniture

We moved back to our old house after shelter-in-place was instituted, and found furnishing a bit of a challenge, with so many stores shut down. However, being stuck at home and having a little extra time isn’t always a bad thing. Working from home definitely has its perks: no commute, and lunch hour can be […]

Cousin

sometimes when I put on a little too much makeup drink a little too much and smile in a certain way in the fuzzier hours of night I see her face in mine at first a shock but then I welcome it because I find it’s the closest thing to bringing her back to life from […]

Black Fiona

sometimes in the afternoon sun I catch my black cat out of the corner of my eye in the magical recesses of periphery and I see instead my dead black cat gone for over a year slinking toward me her claws tapping the cold kitchen tile fat slow and so endearingly ordinary looking for solace […]

Boredom

Well, I said, sipping cold coffee in the sun Your hero – He could stop neither time nor his sister’s moral degradation and You two look like a couple of washed-out whores. You gonna make some money tonight? You see? Here we are Two decades later Also unable to stop time and our own moral […]

Joe

Was the last straw They used to chain smoke together on her balcony and laugh at the morning dew Make cocktails in the early evening and talk about the future I used to watch them and think Maybe this is it But he inevitably disappointed her With his bad cocaine habit Joblessness Unreliability Weight gain […]

Eric

He was irritated, she could tell, and she said not to worry, but I have actually slept with 69 people, as of this day, June 9, and can you feel the syphilis eating away at your own brain? Myself, I have less thoughts these days. All the better as I deliver this morose letter to […]

Tim

I heard them in the bunk above didn’t like the way he said her name but she liked it, giggled until her cheeks were pink and eyes were bright Until two weeks later he said He was driving across the country with his ex girlfriend Mary And I fed her whiskey all night then held […]

a rainy night long ago

if she looked into the dark far enough hard enough she could smell that night its rain and promises then the mustiness of old youth appears dusted off in the sunshine like a stranger knocking on the door

the night

we were looking at the pulsing stars then we blinked and the sky was gone i reminded him i did not promise you anything

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” -- Oscar Wilde

五花馬,千金裘, 呼兒將出換美酒, 與爾同銷萬古愁。