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So that Saturday then, it was in Vaxholm at a venue with a winterized veranda that looked onto the quay, Zomby Woof was the second of four bands and stepped off the stage right before nine, after which he wove his way to my table by the window. I was solo, sober, alert as if the rest of my life hin…

[...] in announcing one of the last songs he said, “This is for the lonely lady in black,” and pointed straight at me. I raised my hand and waved a little in response. Our relationship had begun.

Sally and I often had nights like this when we just went out on the town; it could be just the two o…

[...] We were making lasagna, my daughter was asleep in the stroller in the hall. I turned on the oven and got a large onion from the pantry, cut the root and the beginnings of a green sprout on the other side. And right then I experienced one of those rare moments where everything is laid out perf…

[...] The day prior we’d locked eyes across a crowded lecture hall. Now she was seated at the short end of a large table, wearing jeans and a collarless black button-up. Our wrists began to consort on the table and electrified the event until the wee hours when everyone else had gone home. The Mond…

The tree at Y’s front gates has apples on it. They are as startlingly abundant as the white blossom was, yet they are round and hard and heavy, the pregnancy after the white bridal whirl of romance. Y wants to know where my cruelty comes from and why I am so wedded to it. Cruelty is an aspect of ci…