Posts Tagged: Nonfiction

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,

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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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

Wait for the Light

He is always on that corner in daylight, lounging on a great, high-backed cement bench, surrounded by copper plaques green with time, by granite lions heads with ferocious snarls made melancholy in decades, cars and pedestrians bustling by in carefree

Wait for the Light

He is always on that corner in daylight, lounging on a great, high-backed cement bench, surrounded by copper plaques green with time, by granite lions heads with ferocious snarls made melancholy in decades, cars and pedestrians bustling by in carefree