Happy Birthday, Somewhere

In the morning, I wash the inside of a french press with a sponge, and grab the brown bag of coffee grounds from behind the sink. I shake to loosen what's left before turning the bag over the press, watching as the grounds spill to the bottom. As I fill the kettle with water and... Continue Reading →

April 17, 2020 0

Gotye: Somebody That I Used To Know

It was 2 in the morning, and though the wine pulled at my eyelids, I sat there still, in your parents living room: Thinking, perhaps, the night could still change. It was March, 2013, your sister's 18th birthday. You and I would be 23, together, the following month - when she begged me to visit.... Continue Reading →