Category Archives: Detroit

Somewhere an Introvert is Screaming

In my hundred year old stairwell laid a green post-it note.  It remained so, reserved and patient for three days. On the third day, it rose up into my hands. Holding the dirty square in one hand, and Little Lotte’s … Continue reading

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Break-in and Dogs: Why the two are related

I’m listening to Evanescence. Is this a new low? Amy sings out my adolescence, my early adulthood.  Times past of cruising around the town of M—– with Wendigo, Ethos, and the lost ones. How long ago that seems. Another us. … Continue reading

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Drinking Alone and Cats: Why the two are related

Pink Moscato. The most shameful of alone drinking alcohol. I hear whispers of my past family’s alcoholism slither past my ear. This is a sign of sorts, I suppose. I justify it by being bored. And alone. Who ever decided … Continue reading

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