[1369 words; 6 min 50 sec; family, trauma, boyfriends, hope]
My mom was the impetus behind A.v.A.—my weed-smoking boyfriend–coming to live with us. The year was 1987—I was eighteen–and A.v.A. was an injured bird—motherless, practically fatherless, and a senior in high school—so, when his dad finally went MIA, my
[397 words; 2 minutes; comets, dreams, synchronicity]
[Audio only, of Julia and Amy; Perseid watching, Emigration Canyon, August 13, 2016].
[The following is the comment I left on a friend’s blog; writing it made me cry for I’m trying to finish/revise a blog about an emotionally-intense evening spent with a vulnerable neighbor I barely know, in which the song “Tiny Dancer” played a part, and…
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[141 words; 49 sec; society, poetry]