The dream I had tonight has been a recurring sort that I didn't recognize as such until it took a bit of a turn toward horror. This was maybe the second or third time I found myself an idle witness on this boat. It seemed a time of oil lamps lighting the dark. The ship was either steam or coal powered, something of the sort. Nothing electric, as it barreled along some iteration of the Mississippi. The ship ran its course as usual. The days were calm, but as night fell this time around, I...

A cordone of yellow tape signals a quarantine zone that I all too willingly step into in the hours that are just slightly morning. Tea seemed to be a good, stable choice. So did making my bed and hanging my clothes. No matter how many times I try remind myself not to, I leave a trail of socks that betray daily little routines. Nearly alive piles at the foot and side of my bed. Inside the closet. Just in front of the sink in the bathroom. Stocking feet can be little precursors to varied...

When my tooth hurts, I’m vaguely compelled to pull every tooth from my mouth. An act of relief and prevention. Pain reminds me that I am aging. I have no problem with aging, but I do have a grievance to reconcile with pain. It’s such a subjective thing. How is another to know that I have contrived some physical ailment by way of injury or emotion? A belittling, this way and that. What if I went to prepare a place for you? I leave sticky notes around my my room. An abundance of yellow slips,...