then it was christmas

Tonight a favorite person of mine carried a seven-foot present down second avenue for around a quarter of a mile. We wrapped it in lights and it's been glowing ever since... Christmas is closing in. It's my fifth Christmas back in the states. Last year I didn't have a tree, this year I am miraculously more cheerful. I smile much more than I was in September. I feel like 2016 was enough. On to the next one. I'm planning my next trip to Italy and...

let me love you

he had these long legs and blue eyes and i immediately complied with a completely. please could you possibly keep me? hold this disheartened heart that holds anything close. that comes with this imperfect perfection. and while i acted like nothing was happening. these me. these w- om(e)an? this complexity of per- haps. like it might have happened. and these keep on going and go- ing… and… let me. love you.

back to the world

After a couple of day hiatus, I am returning back to the world.  It was an entertaining five-day spree of flying around, sister cackles, hugs, puppies along with the usual plotting and scheming. I am ever plotting and scheming. I visited a Massachusetts beach and sucked in as much salty air as my lungs could contain. I made friends from California and Maine while I was waiting for flights. This morning I drank coffee with a placid BMXer and...

another friend’s loss. again.

Recently I made a friend who had a parent pass closely following our first encounter. Nothing hurts more than losing what we hold most sacred. I have't really stopped thinking of this person who I love during such a sad time. I spoke with one of my favorite people earlier today about my lack of phone and slow, albeit gracious, embrace of anti screen-ville. We exchanged "I love you" and plans... I felt myself coming down with a cold so I worked...

allora

I knew it the minute he mentioned north and south Italy. “It’s very different. North and south Italy. Have you been there?” He’s from close to Rome, and I have family born in Sicily. I have an Australian passport in my closet. I consider myself a global citizen. “No,” I tell him growing bored of the conversation and already forgetting how we met in the first place. “I haven’t been there.” His wife left him a month ago, and you...
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