delicate.

S and I leave in a few hours for a camping trip in the Marion Mountains. We bought special socks for an eleven-mile hike in Mount San Jacinto. You have to take the Palm Springs aerial tramway to get there. I’ve been on it before and I took pictures the whole way up to distract […]

lease.

Everything lately feels like a rush. S picks me up from work. I know he wants to comment about how late I was leaving, about how many times he had to circle around the block before I came running down the escalator, almost tripping two separate times, holding my sunglasses to my face with my […]

hit & run.

My mother ran my father over when I was nine or ten years old. I was in the backseat at the time and I remember the unmistakably bump of car-over-body and for a moment it was almost worse—the car kept rolling backwards, my mother trying to jump over the middle console to get from the passenger’s seat […]

roman candles.

…the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars. […]

what we talk about:

“Say what you want to, but I know it was he loved me,” Terri said. “I know he did. It may sound crazy to you, but it’s true just the same. People are different, Mel Herb. Sure, sometimes he may have acted crazy. Okay. But he loved me. In his own way, maybe, but he loved me. There was was love there, Mel Herb. Don’t say […]

love letter.

Not easy to state the change you made. If I’m alive now, then I was dead,  Though, like a stone, unbothered by it,  Staying put according to habit.  You didn’t just toe me an inch, no— Nor leave me to set my small bald eye Skyward again, without hope, of course,  Of apprehending blueness, or […]