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litany for sarah hegazi

June 18, 2020Leave a comment

alight aloft a prism refracting rainbow joy is a superhero’s cape exile exhilarate in so many photos your smile is radiant sight incite i like your round glasses your face friend & lover transcend ascend the heavens are more beautiful than earth requisite exquisite to need the sky because you are sun forgive forgive the … Continue reading litany for sarah hegazi

eulogy & love letter for boone

June 21, 2019June 24, 20191 Comment

we said goodbye to our sweet boone on one of the hottest days of the summer so far. the car read 93 and we drove to the vet's office with the ac blasting and all four windows down. in the backseat, kb stroked boone's velveteen ears and he laid with his head on her lap, … Continue reading eulogy & love letter for boone

the sound and the fury

March 22, 2019March 23, 2019Leave a comment

After 10 pm the house quiets down. My father lays in his bed, sometimes twitching, sometimes sleeping, sometimes both. The anti-bed sore air mattress huffs and puffs beneath him. Its symphony is punctuated by the sound of my mother’s phone. She is playing Candy Crush, or Wordscapes, or Online Poker on one of her three … Continue reading the sound and the fury

love letter for my dad’s 74th year

March 10, 2018March 10, 2018Leave a comment

2018 has been hard. historically, the lenten season is not my best time of year. perhaps this is a holdover from catholicism-- for years fasting hid the ways i punished myself for my excess, most readily understood, though not exclusively, through my fatness. but winter is its own kind of denial: short days punctuated by … Continue reading love letter for my dad’s 74th year

receiving memory

April 21, 2017November 29, 2017Leave a comment

in the early spring kb and i get a bee in our bonnet and can’t wait to start cleaning out the basement. we live in an old house with a fine film of dirt across everything, the kind that you can’t remove except with a sander. the hardwood peels up, some spots are rubbed raw. … Continue reading receiving memory

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