On Permanence

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Piecing some of today together. Having just returned from brunch, I admire how conversations with friends dive deep immediately. We discuss permanence; whether to stay or go.  I’ve always scoffed at permanence. Having to choose a tattoo sounds like punishment. The thought of not being able to change my mind feels suffocating. I’ve even found myself unfollowing people on twitter simply because they make blanket, dogmatic personal statements; as if there can be no deviation; as if generalities don’t exist. We get too locked in. Sometimes we get complacent.   Yet here I am in the city I’ve lived my entire life. We grow up and everything old no longer fits. It becomes too tight and too stifling. So why linger in a … Read More

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Folly of Youth

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A street of houses sits facing an open field with numerous trees. The trees are dense with leaves, and the branches and twigs stretch far out creating a canopy affect. To catch a glimpse through a front window is to sense a private forest. Two tween girls attending the same school happen to be neighbors on this street. They’re more acquaintances than friends. Their social circles are different, and one is particularly snobby with her book reading addiction and proper use of grammar. She’s known to obnoxiously correct most in their class. ‘Don’t finish a sentence with a preposition,’ is a fav. We see how that turned out. How some pronounced worry and lawyer was particularly vexing. Maybe a product of proximity, and the shared status … Read More

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Fire Damage

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I have many stories around the themes of fire and smoke. The fears of being burned or catching fire; the costs to items and to lives; the lingering smells of fire damage. Memories can return with the strike of a match.   The master bedroom sits at the end of a long, carpeted hallway. The door is always left wide open, except for bedtime. One has direct sight into the room. In front of a window, a standing bust is situated between the foot of the bed and the closets. Draped on this headless mannequin is an off-white, vintage Victorian wedding dress. Close inspection reveals exquisite lace work, intricate layering, and detailed pearl beading around the neck and down the arms. … Read More

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On Justice and Revenge

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We were at the end of a conversational catch up and had started running through a mini list of people we’d known back in the day. ‘Oh, you didn’t hear? R was murdered. Like, violently.’ This did not come as a shock to me. His lifestyle and the people he associated with could’ve predicted this. He had just gotten out of prison for a second time and moved back into a sketchy neighborhood of dope dealing –the only life he knew. A guy he let into his apartment knifed him in the gut, then pulled it out and kept on erratically slashing. Supposedly. R was not an upstanding citizen by any stretch of the imagination. To what extent he brought … Read More

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On Friendship

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She was making a temporary stop in town. Big life changes were beckoning and our hometown seemed to be drawing her back. We hadn’t seen each other in about seven years, so there was much to catch up on. She was staying in a magnificent AirBnB that had minimalist aesthetics and spiritual totems. It suited where she was mentally. Our excited and enthusiastic voices echoed off the high ceilings. The conversation jumped around, back and forth in time, like kids in a bouncy house. We didn’t know where to begin. We just rushed in.  When so much time has gone by without any communication, it’s easy to let things keep going by. Inertia. Yet we picked up as if there had been … Read More

BrockaOn Friendship