quotidian oppression
Just to pick a phrase out of the rapid stream of sound that splashes past my ears from dawn till late. Today’s phrase is just what I mean and so the act of plucking,...
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alien birdsong
I let my workmates know today that I’d be moving this spring to Maine. Odd conversation, full of cross currents: how to, how to move, how to move forward when the rhythms are so...
february window
Last morning waking up downstairs. Moving bed back upstairs today. Sleeping down here, sheetless, for more than a month. It’s my dad’s birthday. He died in 2011. He would have been 88. I like...
being in my seat
I loved it actually (riding Citibike). Especially when I was able to BE IN MY SEAT and ride with the most comfortable pace and posture for me. Which is a bit sedate, not straining,...
navigating slush
We rode Citibike in New York to and from the Bernie March. Roadblocks: slush in bike lanes, huge snow piles in intersections, people getting in and out of taxis, traffic backups, people in the...
vertical lift, horizontal expansion
A body prompt that holds authority in my mind. Awareness of slumping, awareness of collapse of rib cage. Awareness of folding shoulders from the cold or hesitancy or feeling threatened or simply habit. A...
floor findings
I consider myself lucky to be reaching into spaces I never thought would or should be accessed. Example, underneath the bedroom floors. A stash of bobby pins, marbles, pennies. One cheap earring, resinous, made...