• And the Warmth Rang True

    I step out of the freezer, and immediately inhale smoke. I’m not sure it’ll ever stop being alarming, for that split second before my brain catches up with my senses and I remember that everything is fine, this is a usual occurrence, it’s under control. Sous chef Rosa is cold-smoking creme fraiche again. It’s a

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  • This is The Lake

    Warm, hot wind. Waves licking the shore. The flash of an eagle’s wings against its white head and the blue sky. This is the lake. Unforgiving sun. The relief of the shade. The gentle rocking and leaning of the old, groaning dock. Generations of spiders’ webs and swallows’ nests in the paint-flecked eaves. This is

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  • The Things We Carry

    In Rome, we shoulder our backpacks. She carries a ukelele strapped to her suitcase; I carry a promise and my leather journal. Together we carry the weight of endeavor, of embarking on the pursuit of the unknown. In Orvieto, I carry memories that I discover, upon arrival, to be staunchly non-transferrable. She carries the wonder

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  • People Math

    There’s always a flurry of activity happening in my brain, but sometimes transferring what I’m thinking onto paper proves unreasonably difficult. I was on a really awesome writing streak for a while. I built up a backlog of blog posts. And then, somehow, the weeks slipped by and when Niki asked me to send her

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