Dear Ben,
Today you turned five. I wish sometimes I could capture you, just as you are right now, and tuck it into a bottle, so that when you are 14 years old and sullen I can remember just the way you howl when I don’t give you a hug and kiss when I leave [...]
Okay, that could be exaggerating just a teensy little bit. However, I had never heard this version of “I’m a little teapot” before and either Ben watches wayyyy too much television or he spends his nights feeling angst and composing via penlight underneath the covers of his bed.
From Que Sera Sera:
It’s early July, I’m twenty-five, and he and I are skinny-dipping late at night at someone else’s house. The surface of the water is violet, the ripples black, no moon. The day was so warm that the water feels like a bath, but there’s a breeze and honeysuckle overhead. We are up [...]
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If you didn’t see the comments below, artist Purvis Young did receive a kidney transplant and is doing well. I don’t know about you, but I dread the thought of having diabetes. It is such a silent, debilitating disease. I am thinking good thoughts for Purvis.
