Seeing You Dead Was Easy

“I feel okay though. Peacefully sad if that’s a thing.” I sent this text last night. Two minutes later I grabbed my laptop, my only oar in the strange waters of peaceful sadness, and began to row. I just heard a bit on The Moth’s Radio Hour, a story-centered podcast that I picked up on […]

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Exhuming & Exalting (For Izzy)

“There is one place that all the people with the greatest potential are gathered and that’s the graveyard.” I got a carwash the day Izzy died. The Mistress had been covered in soot and street salt from our wisp of a winter, so I paid for the deluxe wash and got her tires shined and […]

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I’d Get Daffodils on My Boobs for You

This morning a tuft of orange and yellow daffodils waved at me in the wind as I merged onto Arlington Boulevard. The sky above them suggested that it would rain down destruction. There was hardly even any grass around for them to take root. Still, the flowers waved. It was odd to me that daffodils […]

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In Which I Laugh [and Cry] in the Face of Death [VIDEO!]

Death is a teacher and we’re bound to take her class. I just happen to be a repeat student. Either I’m forever failing, or I’m the teacher’s favorite. If you keep up with me at all, you know that I’ve dealt with a fair share of death’s nonsense between July and today. In my case, […]

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