What I’m Writing

2019
Aug 13

it started with a hook

It started with a hook. Not one of those cute little Command hooks, or a drunk-octopus-wants-to-fight-you hook—a big metal Captain Hook hook; a scary hook. The night we met, I made you steal it. We were in the backseat of Dave MacLaren’s car, way out there on Comm Ave. in that no-man’s-land between Harvard Ave…

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2019
Aug 06

The world is so noisy now

I’m in the gleaming upstairs café at Whole Foods, where it smells like burgers & bathroom cleaner. The tables are stained with a high gloss, the floors are liquid silver. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ And all around me, noise. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ There’s the echoing cacophony from the store below. The punk music the staff plays as they work the grill….

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