The Name Arrives Without Fanfare
March eighteenth. Tuesday. The session was unremarkable in the best sense, a full hour on the wall, the usual complaints about the same two holds, Simone making a noise of pure gr…
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The Birthday Crown Placement Was Intentional
March seventh. Simone turned thirty-one last month, Valentine's Day, which she will tell you is a curse and a gift depending on whether the restaurant has prix-fixe menus, but we…
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The Shape of the Absence
February twenty-fifth. Tuesday night. I came home from climbing, made tea I didn't finish, and sat at the kitchen table for longer than was strictly necessary. Not sad, exactly. T…
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The Wrong Night for a Reservation
February fourteenth. Simone's birthday. Also, as Simone will tell you, and did tell me, approximately four times between Tuesday's session and last night, Valentine's Day is the s…
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The Glue Situation
February third. The brochure said 'bookbinding' and my brain said 'quiet, handmade, satisfying' and both of those things were true. What the brochure did not say, because brochure…
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The Pigeon Held Its Ground
January twenty-third. We were forty minutes into our coffees and the pigeon had not moved once. It had been there when we sat down, a perfectly average city pigeon on the exterior…
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The Good Errand
January twelfth. I had been moving three bags of things toward the door of my apartment since sometime in November. You know how that goes. They were sitting in the hallway doing…
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The First Morning of the Year
January first. The apartment is very quiet in a way it only is when the rest of the city is either asleep or nursing something. I made coffee before I was fully awake, and then I…
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The Loaf Report
December twenty-first. I have flour in a place I cannot explain, and there is a lopsided round of bread sitting on my kitchen counter that I made with my own two hands, and I keep…
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Resting or Finished
December tenth. The question I keep not asking myself is: is it done, or is it just quiet? The windowsill has had the same five things on it since April 2016. The collapsed bowl.…
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