I wish I knew why I always go back to dark and gray moments, when the silence was loud, and the words were left unsaid, and glances were shared or avoided, and the pregnant awkwardness was packageable, palpable, electrical. Those are the images that ended up written into the hallowed chambers of my heart,...
Read more →All I remember is climbing a tightly enclosed wood-walled staircase at one end of the building up a few floors, and then on the third floor at near the middle of the landing was a door and behind it was a room with two beds that accommodated the pitch of the roof so that...
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A busy work day after a long Memorial Day weekend, I was grateful it was interrupted midday by a lunch appointment with Steve. I was lost in space driving over to the downtown Monroe’s on Lomas when I realized I had drove past it on Central, and then made a long detour north up...
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