Category Archives: Personal

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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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 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

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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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