the Nixionary

Because I’m living a fairly actionless life, I kind of like the un-private drama of living in an apartment complex. Sharing walls with strangers makes their ordinary sounds into my own little speculative mysteries.
Maybe the couple downstairs isn’t a couple at all– maybe she’s being held hostage and that’s why their words are clipped [...]

I bought a new road bike. It’s a vintage turquoise little beauty, with 18 speeds and brakes that sound like a duck gone wrong. I rode it down the Cherry Creek Trail to the beach near REI where a gaggle of young punks were slopping water on each other and bumping between manmade [...]

It cooled down so low I could read a book inside my hothouse this afternoon. While I was reading Tobias Wolff’s This Boy’s Life, and feeling pretty happy I have this girl’s life and not his, I kept hearing this THWOT….THWOT sound coming from somewhere in my apartment. I thought something was falling [...]

Well, I have officially reinhabited the motherland. And it’s 104 degrees. There is sweat:
in the creases of my palms, along my hairline, between my toes, on the ground from where between my toes once was, along the backs of my knees, sliding down my cleavage, gathering in my belly button, and clinging to [...]