sorry I’ve been away
Sorry I haven’t been around much lately. Life, ya know? I didn’t mean to disappear. I just got pulled into other stuff for a while and lost the thread a bit. I’ve missed checking in here, though. I’...
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Sunday quiet
Woke up late to that weird Sunday quiet where the whole house feels like it is holding its breath. Coffee first. Then maybe I will decide if I am a functioning person or just decorative gloom today....
The Girl and the Crow - Part 5
The Girl and the Crow - Part 5 “Elara,” it whispered again, no longer trying quite so hard to sound like someone she loved. “Open.” The word stayed in the passage after the voice was gone. Elara sto...
a small poem for the dark
I keep a match for the rooms that refuse morning, not to save them, just to see what has learned my name. The floorboards answer softly. The window holds its black breath. Somewhere in the wall, a li...
The Girl and the Crow - Part 3
The Girl and the Crow - Part 3 Elara almost ran. The knock came again from beneath the iron door, slow and patient, as if whoever waited below had all the time in the world. Once. Twice. Then a t...
back home from Sandusky
Back home from Sandusky, shoes off, still kind of smelling like lake air and road snacks. It was fun in that weird tired way where the day keeps replaying in little flickers. We wandered by the carou...
sunday thought: sandusky maybe
I’ve been kicking around the idea of driving up toward Sandusky today, mostly because Sunday feels like the right day to wander somewhere that is half lake air and half old summer ghost. Cedar Point...
Friday off, dust monsters included
Friday off, which sounds softer than it feels because the house immediately looked at me like it had been waiting all week. I am doing the heroic little domestic things today: clearing the cups from...
after-work weather for little monsters
just got home and the sky has that bruised-purple look where every streetlight turns dramatic for no reason. the neighbor's porch skeleton is still up from last halloween, which feels less like lazine...