The Machine Had Other Plans
June twenty-third. The vending machine dispensed the wrong thing. I want to state that plainly before I explain anything else, because the sequence of events only makes sense if y…
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The Looking Was the Visit
June twelfth. The draft-folder sentence has been there for almost three weeks now. It says: 'the framing shop, standing outside it, now apparently also inside it on a Thursday.' I…
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The Jar Had a Point
June first. The jar was not going to open. I want to be clear about this: I tried the twist, I tried the hot water on the lid, I tried the rubber grip pad that lives in the second…
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The Fluorescent Hours
May twenty-first. There is a particular quality to a Sunday afternoon in a laundromat, the light, first of all, which is the color of mild institutional defeat, and then the chair…
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The Tab Stayed Open
May tenth. The Saturday came. That is really the whole story, but I'll write it out anyway because the alternative was a post about the tab closing itself, and that post would hav…
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What the Onion Skins Left
April twenty-ninth. The fabric is on the kitchen table right now, still slightly wrinkled from being wrung out, and it is the specific pale gold of old paper or dried grass and I…
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The Onion Skins Were Not a Metaphor
April eighteenth. I went. That felt worth stating plainly, because the botanical dyeing demonstration had been sitting in the category of 'things Simone mentioned and I wrote abou…
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The Bird Had Somewhere to Be
April seventh. I set the timer on a shelf by reflex, the way you do when something is too quiet and specific to let go without a record. The pigeon was just sitting there on the l…
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The Block That Comes Back
March twenty-seventh. The Saturday market is back on the block past the hardware store, and I found out the way I find out every year, by walking past it accidentally and then sto…
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What the Sky Was Doing
March sixteenth. The weather did the thing where it is technically spring on the calendar and fully unconvinced about it in practice. Not raining, not not-raining. Just grey in th…
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