Up until the night they leave, the thought of them leaving is delicious. I imagine all the things I will do. I will shampoo the carpets! I will redo a bedroom! I will throw pots until my fingers are useless! I will finish that mural! And then they leave and it’s different. A vacuum void…
Category: prose
An open letter to my neighbor who won’t let their kids play with my 11-year old daughter since I put a tiny pride flag in my yard
Dear Brittany and Brad; Since you moved in and in catching up with you while you walked Winston, I have enjoyed getting to know you. I have enjoyed petting Winston and just lingering in conversation unhurriedly. Pulling weeds and talking to neighbors ranks highly for me. I remember my first conversation with Brittany when you…
Night
I love the morning. When I see her, I love her. But…
