Whithers

There’s a bus. Pulling up, pulling away. Something very different in the world, you know. Something very hard to look at. Things, being what they are, I guess. I make no sense. I am purposefully vague. I wanted so hard … Read More

i’m searching for something amazing to read. i’m searching for something phenomenal to watch. i’m listening to the same strong-beating pop song over and over again. it is simple, easier than it ever should be, to shut myself up in … Read More

lack of purpose. lack of focus. lack of direction. lack of motivation. “without challenge we rot, body and soul.” a quote from one of the best books i ever read as a kid, One More River. it’s by lynn reid … Read More

When I worked with the horses, I saw them everywhere. Every other movement was an entrance of the equine. Not with dogs. I am working, now, at a dog daycare and boarding facility in Minneapolis. It is good, hard, work, … Read More

The sunflowers are finally gone. The first frost was something that I noticed because of the ice falling away between my fingers as I pulled flowers from the gardens of the rich. The frost determined, changed, our working schedule. But … Read More

The smell of cold reminds me of Alaska. The way the air shoves down– but sharply– the smell of gasoline. Everything sinks low to the ground, those few stale smells that still pervade the air. I have a dog. It … Read More

Yes. I have hated America. From childish adoration sprouted disillusionment, disgust; embarrassment. Shame. Doubt the empire. I could wax poetic on this. But it’s fairly simple. All of the people I love are here, in this capital-A capitalistic place. They … Read More

Today, like every Saturday, Grandpa and I went to church. After the Our Father, I always keep his hand in mine. Today we held tight and I realized suddenly that I was leaving. I have been so excited to come … Read More

The temperature had dropped almost to 60 degrees by the time I turned off the TV and headed towards my room; but somehow, I’m stifling hot right now. I feel almost feverish– probably coming down with yet another severe bout … Read More

I am working as a door-to-door salesperson. Well. I’m not really selling. I’m trying to collect information. My manager’s name is Chuck. He’s one of the most vibrant 80-year-olds I’ve ever met– and he’s always making a sale. Everything is … Read More