Hello all. In a rare moment of self-indulgence (I’m kidding, this whole thing is a big pile of me-ness), I’m electing to have a bit of a blog on recent activities in my life. I started graduate school two weeks ago. I have been overwhelmed, anxious, sick of the subway, and generally confused since then. …
The boy is now a man. He stands, feet upon the pavement of a bustling Manhattan street. He is successful. He turned his nothingness into purpose, bringing to bear a wealth of skills and emotional detachment to the field his father had excelled in. A floor of a building in downtown New York now bears …
The next morning had yielded a quiet, stale breakfast. The food lay uneaten, cooling and congealing in heaps upon diner flatware. The old man spoke occasionally, remarking on the scenery of the campus and the presumption he held that his hard earned dollars were being put to good use. The son sulked and sweated, expending …
Everywhere today we are told not to forget. As though we could. Living in the shadow of the Manhattan skyline, I paused and thought today while on a rooftop garage. The Empire State building peered at me from across the river, and I thought to myself: “That skyline is short two buildings.” I was a …
He still sometimes dreams of it. The day his father visited him. The day things changed. He sleeps, innocent and firmly tucked beneath sheet and quilt, and the visions come to him. By the end, his face was a mess. Tears left thin salty tracks on his cheeks, his mouth dribbling with spit and rage. …
Regret is to people what autumn is to leaves. It withers them, takes away what made them what they were. Leaving behind crooked husks. She’s died. She’s gone and dead. After the boy left, the calls came further and further apart. He’d found a new life and she was left here, in the wreckage. Empty …
Fifteen years ago. The boy stood smiling for photographs, blue gown draped over his gangly frame. He had to keep adjusting the tassel which swung from the front of his cap. It was getting in his eyes, synthetic fibers tickling his nose. He stood at the front of a crowd assembled, and delivered a valedictory …
Had to correct a few spell-check induced errors in that last one, so please click through and read it on site. The RSS version will likely contain those errors. Including, but not limited to, the father leaning up against “the ham.” Which sounds awesome, but is not at all what I meant. Le sigh. This …
An image floats into his mind. He’s lying on his bed, the padded quilt beneath him. In the black of his closed eyes, he sees. He remembers. A row of flashbulbs goes off, bright white sugarcubes exploding as one atop the black and blue plastic frame of his mother’s camera. He’s at the head of …
It’s amazing how fast disappointment fades into acceptance. How I could be so distraught one day then over time lose hold of that feeling. It slipped from my fingers, like a cliff’s edge, and I tumbled into the abyss of routine. The boy is 4 tomorrow. He started preschool a few months back and of …
