What Seeing Gives Back
January twenty-seventh. The bag fell open when Simone set it down. That's all. The outer pocket, the strap catching wrong, and there it was, something knotted, something finished,…
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The Collar Investigation
January sixteenth. There is a particular kind of moment that happens in a locker area before a Tuesday session. Not a big moment. The kind where someone is inspecting something ve…
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The Three-Day Sentence
January fifth. The Tuesday session ended the way they always end, shoes swapped, chalk dusted off hands, a few minutes on the bench where neither of us is quite ready to reenter t…
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Thirty-Seven Seconds
December twenty-fifth. Christmas morning. I had been up for maybe forty minutes, had made coffee, had stood at the window for a while looking at the street in that particular wint…
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Seen in the Background
December fourteenth. The print sale at the framing shop ended weeks ago. I know this because Simone's Halloween photograph, the one she texted me, orange light, paper skeleton in…
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Two Hours and a Collapsed Bowl
December third. I want to tell you that I had a plan. I did not have a plan. Three Tuesdays ago I walked past the community center board on my way out of the climbing gym and ther…
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The Tuesday I Didn't Talk Myself Out Of It
November twenty-second. I want to tell you about a Tuesday three weeks ago that I almost didn't have. I'd been walking past the community center board since September and I'd seen…
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The Afternoon That Was Already There
November eleventh. Eleven days since Halloween and I am still thinking about the light on that block, the way it arrived without being arranged for. The thing about the day-trip s…
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Halloween, and the Print Sale Already Passed
October thirty-first. I know it's Halloween because the building next door has a plastic skeleton zip-tied to their fire escape, which has been up since mid-month and is starting…
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The Sentence Is Still Sitting There
October twentieth. The leaves have been doing their thing for three weeks now and I keep meaning to say something about that and instead I am thinking about a sentence Simone said…
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