You Quit This Winter Past
a return to writing about cigarettes, but not smoking them, Death Cab For Cutie and the quiet beauty of impermanence.
It’s spring now, spring that feels like summer but maybe that’s just because I’m from the Yukon and so anything about 18 degrees past May 1 counts as summer in my head. It’s 23 degrees and sunny with a light breeze and if there was ever moment to capture and freeze forever it’s one just like this.
I did a reading,Saturday night, of a piece I wrote in th…
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