the Nixionary

Before I dropped the bowl, I knew I was going to drop it.  I only had it by the edge of its rim and I was using my fingers like they were toothpicks, which are always ready to snap.  You’re going to drop this, said my head, and my hands said, we got it-we got [...]

Mostly, my days are dominoes right now, not so different from each other, hours knocking hours like random dots and blank spaces.  What I have from this week is a pile of toppled obligations, books, showers, sleeps, and walks.
I finished a cylinder of cookies and cream ice cream, I finished two books about paralyzation, I [...]

I was up in Boulder on the Chatauqua trails and listening to…what?  Do we listen to certain things or do we listen for what we are about to listen to?  Maybe these should be two different verbs– the act of absorbed hearing and the act of waiting to listen. I think I do the second [...]

Luke and I went to Seattle and got lost every day.  When we were trying to find a movie theater, we asked a Seattlian for directions, who said:
“This city is laid out like someone got a few wads of spaghetti and threw them down in different directions.”
That was the night we didn’t get to see [...]

It’s hard to be self-sufficient with all these options.
The thing is, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be or do, so I’m staying away from shampoo for starters.  This morning, I soaped up, dried off, and pulled my long locks into a greasy bun.  I’ll wash them tomorrow.  Or the day after tomorrow.  Maybe.
Curly, [...]