Friday, November 29, 2019


                           Northern Sky I Don’t Know Why
   tonight      i just    want to weep      and not know      why      curl every reason      beneath the last lip      of a salted pretzel tear      you can tell me      why       i’m incredibly mistaken      awkward      or obtuse      once again      and i‘ll do my best      to explain      why      you’re unshakeable      and permanently adhesive      but that won’t matter      because       the evenings      and miserable      minutes      tics      stars     moon waltz      and won’t stop      showing up      or aligning      all jigsaw jagged      it won’t make a      solitary difference      even as i weep      into the throat      of this cracked      champagne flute      or as      you chuckle      snort bubbles       through your      perfectly made nostrils     wondering whether     you should       grin      or      weep       lay your steaming dead      at the damp foot       of my     otherwise-made bed


…That’s me and my nephew, Lucas, who is a New Year’s baby and turns two in a little over a month.  He’s a doll, and I love him so much, and I think he loves me some back, which is a wonderful thing.

...Did you have a great Thanksgiving?  Was there lots of sunshine and laughter?  I hope so.  I'm celebrating Thanksgiving today.

…This tweet is sweet but made me a little weepy:
“Today, I operated on a little girl who needed O- blood.  We didn’t have any, but her twin brother has O- blood.  I explained to him that this was life and death.  He sat quietly for a moment then said goodbye to his parents.  I didn’t think anything of it until after we took his blood and he asked, 'So when will I die?'  He thought he was giving his life for hers." –Dr. Katherine Pulaski, surgeon

…This made me happy:

…Lastly, I loved this so much:

Bookstore employee writes this on Facebook after “little old lady” shocks everyone at the register

I work in a decent sized, local, indie bookstore. It’s a great job 99% of the time and a lot of our customers are pretty neat people. Anywho, middle of the day this little old lady comes up. She’s lovably kooky. She effuses how much she loves the store and how she wishes she could spend more time in it but her husband is waiting in the car ‘OH! I BETTER BUY HIM SOME CHOCOLATE!’ She piles a bunch of art supplies on the counter and then stops and tells me how my bangs are beautiful and remind her of the ocean (‘Wooooosh’ she says, making a wave gesture with her hand.
Ok. I think to myself. Awesomely happy, weird little old ladies are my favourite kind of customer. They’re thrilled about everything and they’re comfortably bananas. I can have a good time with this one. So we chat and it’s nice.

Then this kid, who’s been up my counter a few times to gather his school textbooks, comes up in line behind her (we’re connected to a major university in the city so we have a lot of harried students pass through). She turns around to him and, out of nowhere, demands that he put his textbooks on the counter. He’s confused but she explains that she’s going to buy his textbooks.
He goes sheetrock white. He refuses and adamantly insists that she can’t do that. It’s like, $400 worth of textbooks. She, this tiny old woman, boldly takes them out of his hands, throws them on the counter and turns to me with an intense stare and tells me to put them on her bill. The kid at this point is practically in tears. He’s confused and shocked and grateful. Then she turns to him and says ‘you need chocolate.’ She starts grabbing handfuls of chocolates and putting them in her pile.
He keeps asking her ‘why are you doing this?’ She responds ‘Do you like Harry Potter?’ and throws a copy of the new Cursed Child on the pile too.

Finally she’s done and I ring her up for a crazy amount of money. She pays and asks me to please give the kid a few bags for his stuff. While I’m bagging up her merchandise the kid hugs her. We’re both telling her how amazing she is and what an awesome thing she’s done. She turns to both of us and says probably one of the most profound, unscripted things I’ve ever had someone say:
‘It’s important to be kind. You can’t know all the times that you’ve hurt people in tiny, significant ways. It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind.’

The kid thanks her again and leaves. I tell her again how awesome she is. She’s staring out the door after him and says to me: ‘My son is a homeless meth addict. I don’t know what I did. I see that boy and I see the man my son could have been if someone had chosen to be kind to him at just the right time.’
I’ve bagged up all her stuff and at this point am super awkward and feel like I should say something but I don’t know what. Then she turns to me and says: ‘I wish I could have bangs like that but my darn hair is just too curly.’ And leaves. And that is the story of the best customer I’ve ever had. Be kind to somebody today.

Wednesday, November 27, 2019


                                                        Undeniably November
                                           For Jessica Keener

                  outside the leaves and     other dead things     resemble a      charcuterie board     gone to waste     have you seen it     or are you     riding the most beautiful     bike in the world     down the rim of a rainbow     i bet there are secrets you’ve never     told a soul     that they swoosh     like a bad batch of soup     in your otherwise empty belly     or maybe it’s     just me     i’m thinking of     when i think too much     my teeth get     miserable and mistrustful     when i think of you     the air tastes wistful     and the dead things     make up songs    that slur     my name     this year is a tired fox     so i’m walking backwards on a     bed of broken glass    beneath my frozen toes     it turns such a pretty shade     of ruby     yet i can’t feel a thing