Swim
This river. I know this river. More than just a little. First, from high above, from the bedroom window of my apartment in Washington Heights, the view greeted me when […]
Category Archives: Swimming
Five
I am five years old. The world is swing sets and digging tunnels in the sandbox with my hands. The world is tactile — catching butterflies in my cupped hands, […]
I am not a writer (2008)
I am not a writer. I woke up to a full ashtray on the nightstand and the dogs pouncing on me to go out. Writing takes discipline. There are dishes […]
First Steps
The tide turns slowly. From far above, when I take time to watch, I can see rivers in rivers, currents moving independently, tracing invisible formations underwater that cause otherwise inexplicable […]
only one thing matters 