Clay grew tall because he ate and drank and breathed and had all the other biological requirements for human growth, but was there some kind of purpose to all that growing up?
Early Morning Dream
The timelessness of dreams is often confusing…the feeling was so exquisite, so beautiful, that it seemed to be informed by the loss.
In Good Company
In the year 2000 I swore an oath of allegiance to HM Queen Elizabeth II in order to gain my citizenship. I’ve been thinking about her reign— about duty, leadership, and personal choice
Say my name
“As we went round the circle, I heard my son’s name again and again and again.”
Dear Clay
29 May, 2022 Dear Clay, I begin today, jetlagged, by sneaking out of the Jonathan Club as everyone sleeps, to wait in line for a table at “The Pantry” on the corner of Figueroa and West 9th. Increasingly unsure of how to mark the confusion of your death on its anniversary, this year I’m simplyContinue reading “Dear Clay”
Sister
Clay took so many photos and videos in his short life, and I love having a record of the world from his point of view.
The Gift
“I sat watching this unsung hero in the zipped-up cardigan teach a grown man with anger issues what he’d taught me at age four…”
Presents in his Absence
… lockdown would have been immeasurably more fun with Clay sliding across the kitchen floor in his red spandex morph suit…
Scar tissue
This morning I ran for 12 minutes, which represents a significant improvement in my cardiovascular fitness. That may sound surprising…
Sphere of Protection
Mother Me trusts his grip because she knows it, has felt its strength grasp her finger every single day he’s been alive.
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