I Started This One Hobby Rewriting Stories Everyone does it, the white lie bartered to save someone else’s honor, the bald-face lie, calling not to a hornet, lively wasp, but a baby- face so beguiling as impossible to disbelieve. Which … Continue reading →

I Started This One Hobby Counting in My Head Doing sums in ones head is taxing even more divisive is division, compulsorily holding over hundreths all the whilst imagining that wry little box with its no-name description, “long division symbol”, … Continue reading →

I Started This One Hobby Trading in Good Old Days And here I thought gilt was added by the artist: make a halo for the saints iconic and spell bound eyes cast down or off-stage only straightforward if you were … Continue reading →

I Started This One Hobby Clustered Among the Fallen Too long, you say, have they gathered at the trunk, fallen and rumpled, leaves or sparrows, even in their striped caps. I don’t believe in angels, only ghosts, fragments of past … Continue reading →

I Started This One Hobby Collecting Hotel Soap Everything about hotel soap astounds me: the abundance, the waste, the careful packaging, the repetition of an everyday act parceled out as if every day could be counted and inventoried, when we … Continue reading →

I Started This One Hobby, When Dining with Roy G. Biv, to Arrange My Dinner in a Rainbow Red rhubarb is the smell of earth in spring*, roasted red peppers the heart, warm & sweet Orange potatoes are kind, roasted, mashed, … Continue reading →

I Started This One Hobby Daydreaming About Past Love — not Other Lovers, but the Moments You and I Stood Out for Each Other Whenever I smelled a whiff of travel I always jumped back on my heels, waited for … Continue reading →

I Started This One Hobby Collecting Stemware from the 1960s My mother didn’t have a set of champagne flutes, she worked in aluminum, unbreakable stuff, and crocheted little socks for their bottoms to keep summer sweats from marring early-American knock-offs … Continue reading →

I Started This One Hobby in Which I Behave Politely at Parties Populated by Those Whole Personal Philosophy is So Different from My Own or, A Lesson in Subjective Pronouns I’ve always been suspicious of collective truths.           … Continue reading →