Halloween, Socked Feet, Unplaced Prints
October 31st. I have been standing at the kitchen wall in my socks for four minutes and I have not moved because the prints are doing something in the light and I want to see if I…
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8 entries tagged #october.
The Sentence and the Prints
October 24th. The draft-folder sentence has been sitting in the same place for four days. It says something about how the prints look better leaning than I expected, which is not…
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The Call That Goes an Hour
Eight forty-seven AM. The mug has been cold for twenty minutes and I am still sitting here. I called Carol this morning, meant to just check in, the way you mean to just check in,…
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The Pause Was the Thing
Three episodes in and I hit pause not because anything was wrong but because something was exactly right. That specific moment where a show does something so precise, a look, a ha…
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The Turtleneck Was a Choice I Made
It was sixty-two degrees. I did not know this when I got dressed. I knew it was October, I knew it had been cold earlier in the week, and I made what I believed was a reasonable c…
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What the Glass Does in October
Cold enough this morning that the windshields were frosted over. Not the first-cold-morning kind of cold, where you think maybe, the committed kind, where October has clearly stop…
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Before You Know That You're Known
October twenty-fourth. There is a particular kind of information that arrives slightly late, not late the way a text sits unread, but late the way a question about you reaches you…
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Rectangles, Mostly
October arrived with the particular rudeness of a month that looks beautiful from the window and is actually cold the second you open the door. I have been inside a lot. I opened…
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