Photo: I pound the heels of my boots into the concrete: short thuds under the rattling train. Ten miles from your hospital bed commuters rush past me, their eyes searching the sky to avoid mine, a thumb of ash across my forehead. Archaic, too public—the way I cry. I...
Photo: Pythaglio, CC BY-SA 2.0, via Wikimedia Commons I stopped in Columbus to stretch my legs but that was where the trip really began. A brick sidewalk ran between red buildings trees shaking loose their white blossoms like soft snow. The street was empty....
Photo: Nate Lee, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons After the engagement ended I pointed my little Mazda east and started driving. Pennsylvania highways unspooled beneath me like a dare. In Philadelphia I walked through rooms where men once argued themselves...
The notes of pineapple hit me like a cream pie in Anita Bryant’s bitchy face. It’s my last night in San Francisco, and I had to try visiting Castro before I left. It’s too late for museums and walking tours. I’m too tired from standing under convention center...
Photo: “Przystań” by magro_kr, CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 There’s a Dubliner in every town,an Irish pub where a story finds you if you roam enough —all day, for what feels like forever,lost in jealousy and overthinking.Or you can live it, never writing a thing.You never know...
“New Hampshire State Veterans Cemetery – Boscawen NH” by Rusty Clark ~ 100K Photos, CC BY 2.0 On September 20th I drove with my mom, grandmother and grandfather 40 minutes away to the New Hampshire Veterans Cemetery. It was mostly a silent ride. My grandfather...
