There was something about the pile at the end of the curb that seemed like something more than the usual spring cleaning trash. It looked haphazard and hurried. Maybe it was the size of the pile: four feet high by about ten feet long and a few feet deep or maybe it was the guitar…
Category: Dear Diary
Ticking Away…
Throwing stuff away, cleaning the table, deleting spam emails. This is me wanting to sit down and be productive (write) but putting it off. I’d love to say that it’s about trying to make space or clear out… but it feels more like it’s about tackling some easy things instead of the thing staring me…
In Stereo Edition
Last night I hooked up the stereo. I’ve missed the rich sounds of actual speakers (compared to just an Alexa). I haven’t used my stereo since leaving Yardley. There are entire albums (Michael Kiwanuka and Glass Animals) that I’ve listened to a lot, but not through decent speakers. The apartment in Memphis was supposed to…
An Evening Walk
By the time I got home, I wasn’t in the mood for it – any of it. It was a nice day here in central PA. It was probably the warmest it’s been in months. Even the sun was out. When I left the office, I put the windows down a little and turned the…
Temperature and Temperament
While my friends in Memphis are seeing high temperatures in the upper 50s, we’ve had bitter wind chills in the single digits. There have been morning walks with the dog when the wind was so biting that I was certain that this place was evil, or at the very least, intentionally mean-spirited, or perhaps Siberia….
Gus Burnside Kimbrough
Today I adopted a dog. He’s a 3-year-old pit mix. A rescue from Cincinnati who made his way to PA last week. He’s about as sweet as can be. He walks well on the leash, knows how to sit and stay and come, and is very affectionate. His name is Gus, but I’m thinking of…
Now I Wait
I slept in until almost 8. It’s sunny but cold this morning. The car is covered in that white salt dust that accumulates while driving through Pennsylvania’s winters. Earlier, I passed a car wash where the line was seven or eight cars deep. I’m sitting in the parking lot at the emergency pet hospital waiting…
Not Ready (Still)
I’m no more ready to lose my buddy that I was yesterday. Despite a trip to the vet, I’m no closer to knowing what the issue is than I was last night. Nick, my cat, is still not eating, still kinda dazed, and now a little stand-offish. I know it was a rough day for…
Not Ready
It’s 11:30 at night – Tuesday. Nick, my cat and occasional fluffy alarm clock didn’t wake me up this morning. He usually gets me up sometime around 5. He’s been unwell lately. He’s not eating as much. Tonight he seems to be sneezing more than usual and seems dazed. I tried to get him to…
More of the Same
It’s dark out. I can see the silhouette of a dog against the sliding back door light of the house behind mine. I can’t tell if the dog is waiting to be let in or waiting to be let out. My cat, Nick, is sitting on the floor a few feet away from me. His…
And Everything in Between
On Wednesday, January 6th, I woke up early-ish, ate breakfast, and sat down to write. I had read an article about the link between narcissistic mothers and complex PTSD in their daughters/children. I was engaged to a woman who suffered from something close to complex PTSD and had a difficult relationship with her mother. I…
Acknowledgments
…and to my wife, Beth. She knows how much. That’s the last line in the acknowledgments at the beginning of a book of poems I was about to read. In the acknowledgments, a few well-known poets are mentioned, and Joe Salerno is called irreplaceable, but Beth… well, she knows how much. Stephen Dunn wrote, “The…