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Rebuilding
I’m rebuilding a house. I think the frame is still good, but everything else must go. Sledge hammers to walls, I’m completely gutting it. In between rotting beams I’ll find old newspapers, children’s...
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Reach
The branches on the trees in Austin mirror their roots. Stretching out in every direction, covering ground instead of digging deep. They’re reaching for water, for sustenance, for life. I am just like...
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Settling In
The rain in September broke records all the way around. I was glad to hear that I wasn’t losing my mind, it really was worse than ever. It doesn’t change anything, but sometimes it’s nice to know that...
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Changing Lanes
Like changing lanes in heavy traffic, I see my opening and I go for it. Pressing firm on the gas pedal and turning quickly. The fog is lifting. There are only a few moments available for the...
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Weather Like a Mirror
© Ed Fiske, 2012. We dress in layers now. Tank tops under t-shirts under sweatshirts under coats. Scarves on and hoods up. Welcome back to fall. Clouds layer in across the sky. Thick patches of gray...
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False Assumptions
“Trees grow in a certain direction, you know? They depend on things like sunlight and water to tell them where to go. Where they’ll thrive. Where they’ll survive. It’s like I’ve been lacking that. I...
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Wrapping Up
It’s starting to get quiet again. All hands on deck and fists in the air for months at a time. I’m ready for some stillness. To hide out in our apartment and read, write, not answer the phone. I just...
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Sink Your Teeth In
The winter is receding. I find myself waking up drenched in sweat, like my bones are thawing while I sleep. My face is regaining color to match the flowers that seemed to push themselves out of their...
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Too Easy
It’s easy to turn the alarm off, roll over, and wrap my arms around Mason. It’s easy to sleep until ten and spend another hour in bed reading while I wait for my thyroid medication to kick in. It’s...
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Littered Lot of Gravel
© Patrick Lentz, 2007. I catch myself walking around the city in all sorts of weather, all different times of day. Yoni Wolf is singing in my ears over and over again, “And always one rose grows though...
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Focus
© OUCHCharley, 2009. I collapsed into myself. At 5 AM I wake up, go running, shower, breakfast, school, lunch, homework, dinner, walk with Mason, homework, sleep. Wake up. Repeat. Wednesdays I meet...
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Germination
© Lamentables, 2009. I described my game plan. It’s even better this year. It starts even earlier. I confessed how terrified I am of the approaching winter. How confident I was last year only to be...
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Fifty-Third
Me, Rodney, and Prairie in Kansas, 2004. “You know, I just never really got into Bob Dylan.” Those were some of the first words I ever remember you speaking to me. It was late at night, pushing...
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Shh, Shh, Shh
© Jack Amick, 2011. Cups of coffee to make up for the sleep I missed because I had too many cups of coffee. A mind running over my schedule for the term and all the things I want to get done in the...
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Jump
© Photography by Tanya De, 2007. I choked. Those harsh reminders of the discontinuities between the person that I am and the person I’d like to be. The person I imagine I am when the state of things is...
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Serotiny
© Sergey Yeliseev, 2013. Let’s scrap the whole thing. The things we’ve been doing haven’t been working. Keeping us alive, yes. But just barely. We repeat it over and over again. Every winter looks the...
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Wrapping Up
It’s starting to get quiet again. All hands on deck and fists in the air for months at a time. I’m ready for some stillness. To hide out in our apartment and read, write, not answer the phone. I just...
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