To prove the dreamlike nature of reality, Oxford Dictionaries chose as their 2015 Word of the Year no word at all. Instead, the winner’s an emoji.
In my dream, I glued butterfly wings on my eyelids for eyelashes. A woman talked to me about my grief over losing my dad and said I couldn’t just bumble through the waves and drown, and I saw a pale-green image of myself walking along the sea floor as the tall waves passed above me. Continue reading
I was concerned about the cooling temperatures, and days shrinking on the edges, and trees changing, rattling, and shedding leaves. But then it kept being so beautiful, so that helped. New Mexico is like my long-time lover I think I know so well; nineteen years we’ve been together sleeping side by side, putting up with each other’s shit. Continue reading
I miss you, words. I miss all the doors you held open for me that led to other places only a breath away.
Lately my writing feels flat and heavy like I’m working with a sheet of slate instead of paper, and writing things down is tiring. Continue reading