Broken

My dear (dear) readers, I began this blog to tell stories of the things – both beautiful and base – that I see around me here in eclectic Boston.  It is meant to engage us in the everydays of our

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Broken

My dear (dear) readers, I began this blog to tell stories of the things – both beautiful and base – that I see around me here in eclectic Boston.  It is meant to engage us in the everydays of our

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Temporary Plates

“Um…no.  I don’t want that.” He makes a brief, burbling sound singing somewhere between guffaw and gag and rakes a manicured hand through lacquered curls.  She freezes a moment, then turns away, drawing herself up, lengthening her tan neck, cocking

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Temporary Plates

“Um…no.  I don’t want that.” He makes a brief, burbling sound singing somewhere between guffaw and gag and rakes a manicured hand through lacquered curls.  She freezes a moment, then turns away, drawing herself up, lengthening her tan neck, cocking

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Fall in Love

Candles of sweet apricot lend glowing earnest to a densely windowed room already warmed by elated prescience, by pleasantly jittery suspense.  The soft twang of reverent guitar swells and sniffs, intermixing with hummed adult chat, with youthful hoots and cackles

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Fall in Love

Candles of sweet apricot lend glowing earnest to a densely windowed room already warmed by elated prescience, by pleasantly jittery suspense.  The soft twang of reverent guitar swells and sniffs, intermixing with hummed adult chat, with youthful hoots and cackles

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Metering Empty

“Hey!  HEY!  I was just dropping a package.  Hey, come on! Don’t do that!” A once cut jaw softened by sun furrowed, gluttony drawn skin juts from a five-day shadow, bobbling jauntily over a dark leather jacket hugging broad shoulders.

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Metering Empty

“Hey!  HEY!  I was just dropping a package.  Hey, come on! Don’t do that!” A once cut jaw softened by sun furrowed, gluttony drawn skin juts from a five-day shadow, bobbling jauntily over a dark leather jacket hugging broad shoulders.

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Infestation

Even partial childhood in the Deep South stretches and sharpens peripheral vision, provokes that tonic temple-sweat prickle at the light switch flick.  Years of Yankee-fication may blunt the expectation, but the sense never dulls.  I’m blearily seeking coffee, sleep filled eyes

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Infestation

Even partial childhood in the Deep South stretches and sharpens peripheral vision, provokes that tonic temple-sweat prickle at the light switch flick.  Years of Yankee-fication may blunt the expectation, but the sense never dulls.  I’m blearily seeking coffee, sleep filled eyes

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In Situ

There is a space in my head, tucked somewhere between that chirpy electric buzz of the everyday, the melodic echo of romanticized past, those oft harmonious notes of a rose-colored future.  It is a lovely space, if a little sparse,

In Situ

There is a space in my head, tucked somewhere between that chirpy electric buzz of the everyday, the melodic echo of romanticized past, those oft harmonious notes of a rose-colored future.  It is a lovely space, if a little sparse,

The Warped Weft

Perhaps it was sudden A pang Some wet numbness A twinkling graininess over that last clear moment As crisp blue fades to grey Perhaps it went slowly A light Shed on the methodical blackness Of that darkest of our tightly

The Warped Weft

Perhaps it was sudden A pang Some wet numbness A twinkling graininess over that last clear moment As crisp blue fades to grey Perhaps it went slowly A light Shed on the methodical blackness Of that darkest of our tightly

Remembering

I spent last evening writing a moment from the most beautiful wedding I’ve been to in quite some time, eyes welling, chest heaving as I recalled the warmth and glow of a weekend spent with desperately loved friends.  But when

Remembering

I spent last evening writing a moment from the most beautiful wedding I’ve been to in quite some time, eyes welling, chest heaving as I recalled the warmth and glow of a weekend spent with desperately loved friends.  But when

The Walking Deep: WWWP5k Challenge

So, it looks like I’m doing this. Oh boy. It’s a little colder out here than weather.com broadcast.  Which is weird.  It’s almost always warmer than that bland black number in its matter of fact white box.  Perhaps because we’re

The Walking Deep: WWWP5k Challenge

So, it looks like I’m doing this. Oh boy. It’s a little colder out here than weather.com broadcast.  Which is weird.  It’s almost always warmer than that bland black number in its matter of fact white box.  Perhaps because we’re

The Days

A buckram wind pushes at the scapulae, the sacrum, an absolute propulsive force even as it deftly infiltrates parka weft, fanning along sweater warp to flick deliciously at gooseflesh skin.  So driven to celerity, their footfalls crunch blithely on a

The Days

A buckram wind pushes at the scapulae, the sacrum, an absolute propulsive force even as it deftly infiltrates parka weft, fanning along sweater warp to flick deliciously at gooseflesh skin.  So driven to celerity, their footfalls crunch blithely on a

Quarter

I vomited the nothing I’d eaten into the lukewarm shower stream, catching moist, ragged breaths around the silver blue droplets.  As I barked up a gob of thick, clear mucus, belched it out with that indecorous rattle of fatigue, the

Quarter

I vomited the nothing I’d eaten into the lukewarm shower stream, catching moist, ragged breaths around the silver blue droplets.  As I barked up a gob of thick, clear mucus, belched it out with that indecorous rattle of fatigue, the

Shared Puddle

I open the door to the achingly dim fall dawn I’d glimpsed through broken blinds before the mirror, sighing at the abstract thought of shortening sunlit hours only to turn and sough at the concrete colored clouds amassed over Symphony

Shared Puddle

I open the door to the achingly dim fall dawn I’d glimpsed through broken blinds before the mirror, sighing at the abstract thought of shortening sunlit hours only to turn and sough at the concrete colored clouds amassed over Symphony