This winter feels protective. The cold keeps me tucked away. The snow insulates what looks dead, and spreads clean, consistent color where there were organic browns, pale midwestern house paints, and silver cars smudged with road muck.
Read More The Cold WarOn a day like today, I think about Going To Alaska. I escaped work by trudging over to the gas station on the corner. Slowly. Slowly. Keeping the snow below the edge of my sneakers, and keeping my feet under me. I drive a stick. I live upstairs. I can’t be breaking my ankle. It was […]
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Going On 