Exes

People talk about their exes, their exes they still talk to, the exes they still love, the exes who are inexorably linked to their sense of self. I don’t have much in the way of romantic exes. My husband is someone who was briefly an ex, and I have ex friends, which in almost every […]

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Moving

We pulled up to the house and all my stuff was on the sidewalk. Neat piles of childhood possessions stacked atop boxes, atop white furniture gilded with gold trim. I never quite got a handle on my childhood possessions after that. I didn’t have a family anymore, not the one I knew. My brother and […]

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Present tense/Writing by hand

Standing on the train platform. I just missed one. Listening to countless EPs. People filter down the stairs like powdered sugar through a sifter, and sticky. I wanted to write this by hand but my phone was already here, under my finger tips. We over slept. I’m running late. Dave had to whisk C off […]

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