on clear beginnings and still mornings and need vs want.
Tag: love
Georgiana
on gigi and time with our dogs.
Altocumulus
on emotional tethering and the nature of feelings and CLOUDS.
Han Solo
He was the baby of our family, and he wanted to be seen and heard. One boy vs. three girls. I remember one time in the mudroom of our grandparents’ home, I was sitting on the couch and he was being playful. He had this small white bear dressed as a clown with spotted dots… Continue reading Han Solo
The Watermelon Dome 🎧
The outside smells like when we were talking. Musty grass. Spring giving into summer faster than most regions. The gardenia tree next door releasing its scent. Or maybe it’s the perfume I wore last year around this time. Warm and lingering on my neck, rose and blueberry and magnolia. In the watermelon dome, our skin… Continue reading The Watermelon Dome 🎧
Ujjayi
dripping into triangle pose,with strong legs anda twisting core,my palm sliding downsore, soft shinsto reach the floor,and my eyes, which ought to be fixedon my opposite hand,are momentarily fixed on youand the way you like to watch.powder-pink carnationsin a cobalt-bluetranslucent pitcher.your unbuttoned,secondhand-ownedNaked & Famous shirt.the conversation you decide to startwhile I’m in the most difficult… Continue reading Ujjayi
Cenerentola
When I was very, very little, I have a memory of being very, very sick and being held by my mom, who is (by all definitions) the best mom in the entire world. She didn’t panic when you were hurt. She flew into calm, focused action. The type of mom who attacked you with kisses… Continue reading Cenerentola
Cherry + Espresso
I pick up Gigion the strip of road with no sidewalkand I unintentionally strut,wearing the short-shorts I slept inand a shirt that the breeze blows through,my chin forward and my shoulders back.I carry her snugin between my ribs and my hip.I can feel her back legsdangling behind meand I suppress a laughthat ends up as… Continue reading Cherry + Espresso
The Benefits of Turmeric
The first night we fell asleep together, I said, “Holy shit. We fit.” Because we do. I’d been in the arms of someone else before you. It wasn’t the same— not as perfect, not as dizzying, not as safe. Or as unnervingly addictive. I watch you talk to people, your whole body leaned into them.… Continue reading The Benefits of Turmeric
Muovi il culo, è Pasqua
I love the way we sort of free falldown the stairs in the morningsfor our walk.But especiallyon holiday mornings.I think about someone my ageawake to watch their childrenexperience the plastic sensationsof their Easter basketwhile they sip a coffee.But for me, it’s different—and this isn’t to say one version isbetter or worse.I love the stillnessthe normally… Continue reading Muovi il culo, è Pasqua
Pass-a-Grille
I love shell landscaping instead of grass. I love sea grapes and their round bright yellow green leaves. I love man made sand dollars or sea turtles instead of boring stepping stones that lead to a house with pastel colors and a coordinated mailbox made to also look like a house. I love tackily painted… Continue reading Pass-a-Grille
Paper-Cut Hearts
I love February. I’m a sucker for the colors of Valentine’s Day and all the sweetness that comes with the holiday. I don’t know why, I just think it’s cute. I’m still off social media. Okay, sometimes, at work, I’d skim my (finally deactivated) Twitter feed (which is mostly astrology content creators and X-Files fans),… Continue reading Paper-Cut Hearts
Chickadee 🎧
I woke up two days ago thinking about the way my Grandpop Tom sounded when he called us “chickadee.” He was an aeronautical engineer who spent World War II repairing airplanes on base in Morocco until the war was over. But I remember him differently (as a child might) since we lost him to cancer… Continue reading Chickadee 🎧
Write a Letter
I’m a big fan of letters— writing them and receiving them. I receive them less often than I write them, but what can you do? When I was in high school, I spent most of my time ignoring the recommended reading and focusing on my own curriculum. I preferred female writers from the Regency, Victorian… Continue reading Write a Letter
Daily Writing (001)
Do I think I’ll write daily up to a hundred times this year? That would be cool. I’ve thought about journaling more and more recently. I used to do it in my twenties (handwritten and all) without hesitation. The year I was dumped, I filled up an entire velvet-covered book. It’s one of my most… Continue reading Daily Writing (001)