Flaw Salad

Reminiscing about time spent at Faurot Field and wondering if we always inhabit the places we’ve been, if bits of their ghosts intermingle with our own, if we leave behind our soul-dust and take away a piece of the air, a bubble with all the emotions and hopes and fears left behind in soul-dusts before — read more

I started writing our story, but it felt too big, and all I wanted was to get to that one day, that one beautiful moment in my car on the roof of parking garage where you worked, when the sun shined in and the love flowed out and the pancake picnic made you smile bigger — read more

You walk into the clinic, and you hope no one saw you. You feel ashamed to be here. This is not a place for someone like you. This is a place for frightened teenagers. You should have outgrown this place, this pathetic uncertainty. But here you are. Your eyes are low, and your voice is — read more

You whisper from the shadows of each new face. Remember me, remember me. Of course. How could I forget? No matter how far or fast I run, you follow.  Every mistake feels like you again. Every success feels like you again.  I want something new again. This refrain is tired. This story is told. I — read more

I’ve imagined for 27 years what it might be like to be in this very moment. (That’s an exaggeration, of course—one of those things you say because it sounds romantic and reveals some trivia as inconsequential as your age but fails to account for the fact that as a child at age 6 or 8 — read more