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Enacting Christmas (2022.12.26)
Approximately 42 (2022.12.13)
Gratitude Circle (2022.11.20)
Blacks Don't Match (2022.11.05)
Ancestor Feast (2022.10.29)
Fire Works (2022.10.24)
Bad Witch (2022.10.08)
The Neurodivergents (2022.09.18)
Candy Ambulance (2022.09.17)
Moving Lee (2022.09.01)
Autumn Falling (2022.08.30)
The Essence of Portland (2022.08.12)
Lake George and Pals (2022.07.28)
Old Friends (2022.07.12)
Night's Welcome (2022.07.04)
The Adjective Queer (2022.07.01)
Roe Upstream (2022.06.27)
Kristina in the Forest (2022.06.18)
Poughkeepsie Pride (2022.06.12)
Heat Death (2022.05.15)
Anomalous Citing (2022.05.01)
The Neglected Lock (2022.04.30)
Date Night (2022.04.24)
Spilled Milk (2022.03.27)
Attach Easily (2022.03.16)
Ingrid (2022.02.22)
Hyena (2022.02.17)
At the Water's Edge (2022.02.07)
Omicron (2022.01.17)
The (Not So) Late Jake? (2022.01.10)
Love under Blacklight (2022.01.03)
One Year Down (2022.01.01)
This is our first adult Christmas.
I lose sleep over turning forty-two.
I am grateful to be a writer, but more grateful to be with a person who has allowed me to become a great one.
Women rushing by in cars find me attractive. At lower speeds? Maybe not as much.
I feast for Samhain, but it isn't for my ancestors.
Amber and I visit two fires and see some in the sky.
A fire does bring out the witchcraft in people.
Amber and I have odd brains, so it is good we have separate bodies.
I become obsessed with a band whom I meant to love as a lark.
I drive for eight hours to moving my niece five miles, confronting that I am not a pretty freshman.
Autumn is falling, welcomed by some. Still, we get a county fair out of it.
We spend a week in Portland, Maine. Bryan spends most of it on his phone.
Amber and I go to Lake George with her mother, Daniel, and Kest. I am mostly pleasant for some of it.
Bryan gets a little older. My environment is too clean to be mentally healthy.
We may not belong to the night any longer, but we revel in it all the same.
Gender is just, like, your opinion, man.
The Supreme Court are snakes. (Not good snakes.)
Kristina deserves a good job and a better love.
I attend a Pride event where my straight(ish) associates deal with singledom.
We will die, the universe will die, but we have the glorious now to be together.
The head librarian points a ufologist my way.
In 2001, Melissa tried to sexually assault me.
Amber and I have a great weekend and, technically, no one was murdered.
Amber and I have relationship stress over Arthur Miller, thick milk, and my mental health.
I am praised for caring about my student.
I make friends with a comic novelist and artist. This seems exactly like the sort of friend I ought to have.
Much as I wish, I do not work at the pound but a facility that contains maladjusted murderers.
I visit Melissa on the edge of a pond.
Amber and I finally get COVID.
We're fine.
Our neighbor tells Amber that he has terminal cancer, but maybe not?
Blacklight mini-golf reminds me how much I adore my wife.
We see how my predictions held up! (Not well.)