November 11, 2019
“No, I think we’ll forgo the starters and go straight to the mains.” Robert said, with an impish smile which Sophie nervously returned.
Robert Carrington had put himself off of the dating market at some point around the summer of 2009 due to health reasons. Something never felt quite right in his head about it.
But now, seven years later,
November 8, 2019
“Here We Are and How We Got Here”
My maternal grandfather died in his early fifties from lung cancer.
My paternal grandmother died in her late forties or early fifties of a brain embolism.
However, my paternal grandfather died in his eighties, the quiet sins of the body and patience prevailing in their insurgency of his pleura.
November 7, 2019
yeah, once upon a time, we were the world; you and i, fleshless, static, inviolable, anti-sentimental (my PIN was our anniversary, but wrong). you worked and you talked while i knelt and undid the knot between yr knees. those were the days, paisley crazy & always late. i was never in my body, at all; we never met eye to eye, no regrets for what was never even poorly understood.
November 6, 2019
Somebody was knocking. I slipped on my Lakers shorts and my favourite white undershirt and opened the door. Squinted down at that poor little guy, swaddled in light. Poor Ola’s only child. Sad fat kid in oversized EXCO T-shirt and grey sweatpants. Staring down at his undone sneakers. Those Nike high-tops were all he could trust, poor guy.
—How are you, Mikey? What’s the news?