In Which I Feel Unexpected Affection Towards Someone I’m Driving #RidesharingConfessional

By | December 15th, 2016|A Contemplative Life, Ridesharing Confessional|

Most mornings, when I’m going to drive, I peel myself off the floor where I’ve been sleeping beside Leo’s bed. He’s not been sleeping well at night. I creep out of the room, make some delicious Passenger Coffee (Union blend), throw on some clothes, and climb into my cold car. [...]

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That Time I Drove Around Four of the Minor Gods

By | December 14th, 2016|Poetry, Ridesharing Confessional|

Photo by Ivan Timov They emerge through mahogany doors, out from under Greek letters, like four of the minor gods. They are all cardigans and collars and suit coats like their fathers (lawyers, doctors, accountants) brazen laughter at past conquests and those to come. Nothing holy or sacred [...]