Gerald Gets the Frame
July fifteenth. The framing shop printmaking night is still in the draft folder. It has been there since May. I am at peace with this. What I am not at peace with is the fact that…
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The Days That Don't Belong to Either
December twenty-ninth. These three days have always felt like a corridor, not Christmas anymore, not the new year yet, just the hallway between them. I've been in this kitchen sin…
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The Year Landing All at Once
November twenty-sixth. I got up at six-fifteen because my body had apparently decided we were done sleeping, which, fine. The apartment was dark in the specific way it only gets i…
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The Shape It Became
June sixteenth. I published the post on Sunday. It took about twenty minutes to write, which felt right, the draft-folder sentences had been sitting there since March, and by the…
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The Blank Page Had a Lot to Say
November fifteenth. I opened the sketchbook this morning with a specific intention. Gerald's vine has moved again, not dramatically, but enough that the shadow it makes on the she…
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Pending the Kiln
June fourth. The instructor said we'd know in about two weeks. That's the window, two weeks from the last class, give or take, depending on the firing schedule. My bowl is in ther…
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The Light on the First
January first. Not early, not late, just that middle part of the morning where it's technically daytime but nothing has been asked of you yet. The light outside was doing somethin…
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The Cups Went Cold
September second. It's Labor Day, which means Simone texted at nine asking if I had anything going on, and I said no, which was true, and twenty minutes later she was at the door…
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The Photo I Haven't Done Anything With
March third. There is a photo in my camera roll from three weeks ago that I have not done anything with. It is a flyer. It is for a letterpress workshop in April, one Saturday, co…
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The List Did Something I Didn't Ask It To
I wasn't trying to make two columns. I opened the notebook because I couldn't sleep past seven and I thought, fine, I'll just write some things down. Be productive. Cross somethin…
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