Day: December 25, 2025

HERE

In some dreams, I’m on my porch not seeing anyone or hearing anything as if I’m the only one left. In others, I’m in an eight-story building searching for my coat. My searching leads me further from where I started—parking garage, outside the building, then on a mountainside without my jacket, when I wake up.…
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BEFORE WE CROAK

A few days ago, I posted an essay about painting wooden frogs for my neighbors—Guiro frogs that croak loudly when you scrape them with a stick. The essay was about choosing presence over paralysis, making noise together instead of doomscrolling alone while the world burns. I wrote about how “knowing paralyzes” and how I’d rather…
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FIRE AT BEAR MOUNTAIN

“Starlight fell through black branches like ice through water—cold, deliberate and indifferent.” “Good. That was good,” Wolfgang said, pasting the harvested words into his document. Through their Bluetooth connection, Wolfgang could see what the Artificial Person he’d named “Jack,” saw for forty dollars per month; the fire, the blood red cherry logs catching—and the surrounding…
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