Strays
Strays is a hodgepodge creative writing (and sometimes photography) collection, featuring fiction, non-fiction, and poetry.
- Hope for Ghosts ()
In love with a ghost Ideas mostly Like, what could have been If only everything was different Including us. To feel that close to you To touch skin To feel you pull away To sense hesitation To see careful restraint in your eyes To hear the distance in your voice Reminding myself it’s only just […]
- Rejected ()
“I don’t quite understand where you’re going with all this, but I can tell you I don’t exactly have the patience for it right now,” she said, pushing the cocktail napkin back to him. “Maybe I’m getting the word wrong? I-idiom? It’s an idiom. W-what I’m trying to say is I think people like us […]
- Who Are You? Point To It! ()
Walking bundles of habit, I think I read somewhere. That’s what we are. I get up, hit my knees, give thanks, meditate, and stretch… all figuratively speaking, of course. Many of my habits are aspirational. Some of them, at least. The others have an anaconda lock on me, constricting me slowly before I’m too light […]
- Something Wrong ()
The feeling is so strange, the organic and artisanal refuge communicating a message that there’s goodness to be had here. I’m good because I’m here. So are you. But why? We’re here, doing good for ourselves, at this place that tells us it’s the kind of place for people who care about enhancing their well being. […]
- Always Elsewhere ()
Tired. Dissatisfied. Lacking. Needing. Sleep. But what would all this look like if—upon waking up—the problem was fixed? What if that thing that was out of reach was now in hand? What then? What would life look like in the presence of occupied achievement? What happens in that space, feeling what’s real… What then? What […]
- Seasons Change, Two ()
You’re back. Sugar, you — well, we might just talk for a minute before I get you that menu. I get it, hun, you’re hungry. We’re all hungry. OK. You know? Let me do you a solid though. This one here, this one’s not on any menu in this place. What’s this? Well, hun, that […]
- Seasons Change ()
Winter cracks and soon the growth begins again. Weeks pass, roots develop, stems thicken, vines intertwine, flowers blossom, trees bloom. It’s all growth of some kind. But as spring turns into summer and summer into fall, what was once ripe now dries and fades. Limbs crack, some breaking only slightly, some completely, but with a […]
- Why Won’t You Listen ()
It was a familiar path until instead of veering left we veered right. Had we not made one more left where I thought there should have been a right we would have never discovered the message. The doors of a restroom, padlocked shut for the season, were adorned with decoration. “Why won’t you listen,” read […]
- Ten Years of Becoming ()
Everyone has a story, and most of it isn’t interesting. Very little of what was spoken between them remains in his memory except a prediction: That ten years later she was bound to be impressed by the person he’d become. It’s been nine years since they’ve spoken, but for all the words he could have […]
- Good Friday ()
Getting to there from here has almost always felt like the point. This moment, just something to bear on the way to right now becoming something better. This experience a lesser version of what I’m really preparing for. And suddenly the future disappears. With countless conversations touting the value of mindfulness behind me, a feeling […]