(Certain nights feel like a dream. And when you wake up the next morning, you can’t remember if what had happened the night before had really happened or you just wished it had happened.) (And much like trying to remember dreams, these moments quickly slip from your grasp.) Portrait #1 “How are you… Read More A Moving Picture: Summer ’15
I never sent this letter but I wrote it all the same, a few years ago. Dear Sam, I remember freshman year, you picked me up from my dorm as the sun was setting. It was cold, January if I remember correctly. As I ducked into your car the streetlights were starting to… Read More The Night You Got Alcohol Poisoning: Letter to Sam 5.21.15
19 May 2017 Dear ______, The beginning of the end, or perhaps a draw closer to the inevitable climax: I am seated in a bar in Orono, Maine writing a letter to no one in particular instead of talking to those around me (I know no one here but the bartender). There was a cute… Read More Letter 5.19.2017 the ringing inside your ears
“Have you tried focusing on the living?” Eve asked. “I find I usually do.” He replied in an off-guard, puzzled tone. “No, no. The living are you and me right now, in this moment. Whatever happened in the past is dead.” She was very high. Sitting on the couch at another one of James’s parties… Read More Have you tried focusing on the living?