Aphaeresis

What am I if the words go? AI; Alzheimer's.    I can't muster myself to elaborate. For now, I'm here: Christmas Eve morning, the...

 I forget how restorative quiet is.  Perhaps because I get so little of it that hurts to remember.  Thanks to Covid, I've had almost non...

 We're in it, and I'm flashing back.  It is too hard, all this togetherness.  I want my yurt.

I reflect on what's left. I can still goof off.  I can still eat.  I can still walk.  The trifecta!   I underrated all of these things e...

Summer past its expiration; still breathing

I associatie summers with sweat.  Not hard-working, out-of-breath, honest-labor sweat, but unearned sweat, windfall sweat, the kind of sweat...

The power was out for 62 hours.  During that time, the full extent of my weakness, my mewling softness, was laid bare.  During the day, the ...