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The Location of Time and Space
The more my dad fades into himself, the more I crave the location of time and space-something that holds when everything else begins to shif
39 minutes ago


The Great Everything
They are the ones who have known me my whole life.
They know the history.
They know the chapters.
And somehow, they still love me.
5 days ago


March 18, 2026
No fires to put out.
Then it hit—a wave of relief.
Nostalgic.
I noticed a softening as I gave myself permission to be ok.
7 days ago


The Trash
It was one of those mornings when the moon is still hanging in the sky while the sun is just beginning to wake up.
Mar 13


The Morning Before
Outside, the world was covered in a thick fog. All of our little buildings softened into outlines. The yard looked less like a property and
Mar 1


An Easy Day
When I ask if he is hungry, he does not check his body.
He asks, “What time is it?”
Then he walks to the notebook.
Feb 24


Shipwrecked in a Silent Tsunami
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Feb 23


Before Language
I don’t feel like writing.
I just want to go sit with the painting and let her speak,
because I don’t know what I feel or think.
Feb 21


The House After I Leave
I repeated it again a few minutes later, not because he asked but because I knew the reassurance wouldn’t stay. Relief has a shorter memory
Feb 20


The Day the Direction Changed
He steadies when I arrive.
Somewhere along the way, gravity changed direction between us.
Feb 19


Still Aware
Original Oil on Canvas 16x20
Feb 16


10:30
He asks again.
I answer again, patiently, as if he hadn’t just asked me — as if we hadn’t worked on the car all morning.
Feb 15


The Morning He Asked if He Was In His Own Home
I called him. He was already awake, his mind working at it the way he used to work through numbers. He kept circling the same question, as i
Feb 13


One Day Older Than Yesterday
The hallway to his living room always feels long, but that morning it felt longer.
The house was quiet in a way that didn’t feel like absenc
Feb 12


A Morning as I Have Come To Understand It.
I know Roscoe — I’ll get the collar.
Bathroom… I think it’s in here.
Yep.
Looks like it’s here.
Feb 11


When the House Moves
He looked at the clock.
The clock disagreed with the notebook.
The room disagreed with his memory.
Feb 10


Before Dawn
I realized I had been quietly apologizing for being alive and creative at the same time.
Feb 9


Lobster Day
When I walked in, there were rows of lobster cracking tools already lined along the counter.
Feb 8


Devotion
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Feb 6


When the Air Clears
My dad was always the one
who had it all figured out.
Feb 3
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