Word is Bond

-Drinking gallons of tea. -Surviving a hurricane and a blizzard, both with Internet still in tact. -Watching the sunrise at Montauk the day ...

Instead of insects, I like to pretend that the beating of wings against the window screen belongs to rain. ... (And crikey, I've owned a...

if my mind's a highway, then you can count on me driving down it. Aimless but moving.

As soon as we're done with one apparatus, there's a six-year-old who always, without fail, asks where we're going next. Sure, th...

As I backed out of the driveway under a humid night sky, I missed my old car. Bold red exterior, black fading to gray on the inside. Heavy o...

When you’re standing on the subway platform at 5:47 in the morning, surrounded by other people in numbers and neon shirts, the train comes ...

My mind feels untethered today save one or two final strands still connected to earth. If you cut me loose, you’d find me drifting over the...

I have lived in so many places the past few weeks. Months. Years. Mental relocations. Colorado winters, working those mountain roads, bendin...