Monthly Archives: June 2014

party confessions, a truth, a question

confession: the best thing about having smart friends is that we’re smart in different ways which is why we all make each other smarter just by hanging out, drinking, and conversing. i learn things when i drink with my friends. … Continue reading

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confessions upon re-entry

confession: i drink in airports and drunk text my cousins who live in minnesota. i send them ugly selfies with drunk face and they tell me they love me and that they wish they were in the airport drinking with … Continue reading

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ithaca, new york

after dunking stale cake mini donuts into hot mocha coffee this morning for breakfast, i stood in the rain and talked to myself/god, depending on what you believe about me and/or god. most people who love me know approximately what i mean by “god” (what scientists … Continue reading

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the poetess and i on monhegan island

standing in the cemetery toward the top of the hill where the lighthouse shines, the poetess and i had an easy conversation about hard things. we talked about fucking up our kids and our mothers’ mothering failures and forgiving our mothers and my … Continue reading

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eating crackers in bed

i stayed up until sunrise reading a book but not finishing it. i didn’t understand until i set the book down that i stayed awake because i was waiting for the rain. the wind whistled for hours before the rain came. the rain was softer … Continue reading

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colonizing bacteria

i’m actively unfriendly to strangers attempting to converse with me, especially in the morning (or afternoon or evening or night), especially while i’m sneaking coffee from the empty parlor at the inn thinking i was getting away with it, especially when … Continue reading

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the first half of monday in maine

i was always the youngest among my friends…until i was nearly 30 and found myself surrounded by beauties who were a couple years younger. i adjusted to being the older one because the couple of years between me and whomever was standing to my right at the bar didn’t … Continue reading

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