being human
not that I'd rather be something else, but being human is hard. damn hard. yesterday I wrote a bigger-than-expected check for taxes, received word that I did NOT receive a residency I'd applied for, had a client cancel last minute, and broke a tooth eating a carrot....
moon house ruin
I have large hands. Strong, capable. They can reach a tenth on the piano: an octave plus two. I’ve at times been embarrassed to hold hands with a boy because mine often equals in size or—quel nightmare—outsizes his. Sometimes it’s a delightful coupling, fingers knit...
inchworm
Two and two are four, Four and four are eight, Eight and eight are sixteen, Sixteen and sixteen are thirty-two… As a little girl I sang these words over and over; something about the melody mesmerized me, a bit forlorn, a tad melancholy. As I consider the lyrics...
amorphous
I love riding my bicycle. If you know me at all, you know this. Riding up a canyon, especially early in the morning, transports me to another world, one that fills me with delight, wonder, awe. Living in northern Utah, however, means snow and cold and rain during the...
free of debris
A clench, a tightening in my gut, and the sudden nausea, the scream inside my head, “no, no, I can’t hear this, please stop.” Rocky hillsides line the freeway, and although they are as familiar as they are unthreatening, I feel suddenly unsafe, at risk. Of what, I...
the next move
my left toes wedge into a minuscule fissure in the rock face, and those on my right seek purchase somewhere, anywhere. a smooth, blue rope attaches to my harness with a figure eight knot and stretches upward against the rock face. it is held, far above and out of...
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