I’ve been sleeping with a song about the Erie Canal playing softly in the background every single night for the past week and a half. It’s a simple song, but there’s something about her voice, or maybe it’s the melody or the lyrics or the guitar strumming — or all these things — that is infinitely [...]
Category Archives: Night thoughts
Talking
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
My dad tries to put his arm around me, but I shrug him off.
“I don’t want to talk,” I say again, and inexplicably, frustratingly, I start to cry. I had thought for sure I wouldn’t, when I walked in the front door just minutes ago.
But then he had said “You look sad,” as I walked [...]
The Dark Morass
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Nighttime is the loneliest time.
My ears catch the sound of soft footsteps outside and my right arm quickly snaps to the lamp switch that’s within convenient proximity. With my hand still resting on the switch, I sit cross-legged on my bed in the sudden darkness, frozen. Finally after a few seconds, I hear that sound [...]