That morning, I rolled over with the intention of apologizing. I'd meant everything I'd said, but none of it was enough for me to end anything. It was the hazards of a relationship; I had to decide if I was losing myself or becoming better.
I crave the lack of my thousand siblings...
For a moment, regardless of our lives, everything the light touches is warm and friendly, and we are all indeed in the same circle: Access Member Humans who love Access Member Dogs and can put up with their people for three hours because we also love baseball.
I am lonely and just learning how to say I'm lonely...
This Essay Isn't About the NBA Finals Because... more
Picture a village in south Punjab. Flat, irrigated land, low distant hills, rice and wheat fields.
Of course, Jesus only had hyssop—a bitter wine on a wet sponge—during the passion, but that was not an option at the concession stand.
"My Favorite Hat," "Blue Hawaii Hat," and "Rust is a Color, the Tech Sergeant Told Me"
Read Kevin Mahler's Introduction to his ongoing 5-part "Portrait Series Paralleling Characters in HBO’s... more
I don’t remember when portable CD players came out, but I know the one my aunt got me for Christmas was the first to arrive... more
That first year of having her, I would drive by myself, just to feel that relief of no anxiety. I... more
"Review of the Eiffel Tower," "Something to Worry About," and "Misery Is a Little Gray Ceramic Pig"
When so much energy is spent on surveying the territory, adapting to the wonders and confusions of a new place, there isn’t always room to develop as a person.
I read the article and passed her the phone.
On the drive home, I waited in the dark of the third-row seat for Z to act, reach for my hand or kiss my cheek. But he wouldn’t do anything until college, until I cornered him in the bathroom at a Halloween party and forced the space between us to shrink.
Anthology
The Clean
Released 1/21/2003
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It’s from a distance that I see them, and they look exactly like what they are:... more
Even when I had my brief zoology phase, in elementary school, I always preferred mammals.
Between beeps and coughs, he begged to be unplugged, begged for them to let his fluid tanks run dry.
Previously on...
Part 1 || Prologue
The dog ran alongside me for about twenty yards, then I hit it. Or maybe it hit me. I still don’t know. I felt sick.
“This one’s kind of a dud,” he said, turning the page. “It’s fine, but I’m not sure where it goes.”
“That’s like me on this path,” she said.
“It’s really not.”
