life

I’m Just Seine

The repurposed barge pushed us along the Seine.  Intermittent raindrops peppered the river and gave way to the as-advertised romanticism that surrounded us.  The cool air was tempered by the moment: we were exactly where she wanted us to be. … Read More ›

Square Routes

I like to write and think about the little things.  I can’t help but think that there are endless avenues that lead towards a more satisfying moment, hour, or even day.  They are small little details that pack a big… Read More ›

O Grity Seen

Sometimes, if you look hard enough at a word, you can find hidden meaning between and among its letters.  Don’t just break down the prefix, root, or suffix, or try to dig into its linguistic history.  Instead, stare at the… Read More ›

The Daily Rind

Slice up a lemon and put it in your tea. Go ahead, do it, and see what happens. Try and take a sip without saying “ahh.” I’m telling you, it’s impossible. I’m not saying lemon is the greatest thing since sliced-other-things…. Read More ›

Stream of Words

Stream of conscious. Streams are a conscious thought, now. I used to collect tadpoles with my brother. I used to pretend the lazy water turned into rapids and my tadpoles were saved from impending death-by-rock-and-water. Just maybe, I saved them…. Read More ›