the Nixionary

Today is sick day.  I squeeze bulging globs of honey into the bottom of my tea and post up on my parents’ couch.  I should be reading.  I pick up one of the 30 photo albums my mom is putting together from dormant picture piles.
“I remember this day so well,” she says, pointing to one [...]

I’ve written about listening to kitchens before, but I just realized how much I love the sounds of people making things.  Teenie is in our granny-smith-green kitchen right now, stirring yellow cake batter in concentric circles.  This is like hypnotization.
The fork brushes the metal she’s got against her hip, the thick liquid swishes like melted [...]

I am at Sloan’s Lake for some out-of-office late-afternoon breathing room.  There’s another man in the car parked three spaces down from me and I wonder if he’s thinking what I’m thinking, which is: what are you doing here?  This is what I’m usually doing midday– looking for clues.
I wonder today, as the same marathon [...]