This was an essay I wrote nearly six years ago. I had entirely forgotten I had written it, but was reminded of it recently by a kind man looking for a…

August 2022

I fell down the stairs. In February and on my ass, step-by-step, like a stupid cartoon, like I knew what to do, all the way to the bottom and the cement…

January 2022

They get inside the house when I open the back door to check on the garden and when I collect the mail.

April 2021

In the dregs of no-end-in-sight pandemic boredom I started deleting my Facebook and writing a novel.

September 2020

In the beginning I kept making a joke, saying I wish I had put this on my list of things to worry about.