Older entries

Page 9 of 73.

The Finale Got Me

September second. I had one plan for tonight: watch the last two episodes of a show I have been taking very seriously and very slowly, because the first season earned it and I did…

Read entry

The Fourth Link

September second. It started with a single sentence in the book I've been reading, a throwaway clause about how Venetian endpapers were made, and by eleven-thirty I had four brows…

Read entry

The Part After the Shift

September first. The shift report was three pages, which felt like a lot for a Tuesday, and the coffee from the break room was that particular brand of bad that you stop remarking…

Read entry

Simone Crossed First

August thirty-first. Simone crossed first. I was half a stride behind her, which I will let stand as the accurate record of what happened this morning. Twelve weeks ago we signed…

Read entry

The Fluorescent Mirror

August twenty-eighth. There is a specific kind of tired that is not dramatic, it is just the tired of a Thursday, or a Thursday that felt like a Monday, and you are standing in fr…

Read entry

The Night Simone Registered First

August seventeenth. Simone told me the night before. That is the part I keep returning to. I had been writing a draft-folder sentence about the framing shop for months, standing o…

Read entry

The Second Print

August sixth. The second time is different in a specific way I didn't expect: you already know where to put your hands. You already know the smell of the ink and the sound the bra…

Read entry

The Thursday It Actually Happened

July twenty-sixth. I registered. That was one thing. Then I went, which turned out to be a separate thing entirely, and I want to be precise about the gap between them because the…

Read entry

Gerald Gets the Frame

July fifteenth. The framing shop printmaking night is still in the draft folder. It has been there since May. I am at peace with this. What I am not at peace with is the fact that…

Read entry

What the Draft Folder Decided

July fourth. The framing shop printmaking night has been in the draft folder for seven weeks. I want to name that plainly, because the sentence has been patient enough to deserve…

Read entry