Sweeping up the last traces of you, just now, I pulled out the furniture to find stray tufts of fur in levitating pompoms behind the end table and the curtains. This would be how I say goodbye and a what voluntary goodbye it was. Goodbye, cat. See you later, maybe, cat. Each sweeping motion, castingContinue reading “VOLUNTARY GOODBYE”


I was pondering about what to make for dinner I can’t quite get over, not yet, what it was like to have a mother who made me dinner so I didn’t have to have these thoughts Can you even imagine, now coming home to find dinner conjuring scents under foggy glass lids? And the mystery:Continue reading “WHAT’S FOR DINNER?”