Archive - Hypothesis and Dream

Fruit, Body, and a memory

I often take words from deep inside of me and pass them around like a lemon.

Sep 26, 2023 •

July 2023

When I am empty please dispose of me properly

In the apartment we lived in, us three, the dirty dishes gradually piled up, reaching nearly as high as the stacks of books I had pushed against the…

Jul 14, 2023 •

May 2023

Remember that Sunday we walked on water

The oxygen in the room had gone out.

May 4, 2023 •

September 2022

The walls are cold

The walls are cold. On some days, strangers are waiting around the corner to be bumped into.

Sep 29, 2022 •

June 2022

In lieu of a knife

(or, Five Things About Me That Say Nothing About Me)

Jun 7, 2022 •

March 2022

Last year opened and closed, it seemed, without ceremony.

Mar 10, 2022 •

November 2021

November was also a place.

Nov 30, 2021 •

Apropos of nothing

I walk my fingers back and forth over my thigh like a child playing marching soldiers.

Nov 26, 2021 •

Thank you for your letter postmarked October 29.

Nov 11, 2021 •

October 2021

To the one they call Time:

Forgive the impertinence of this letter, but I’ve been told that you like receiving one of these every now and then.

Oct 29, 2021 •

There are wells that are inexhaustible.

Oct 27, 2021 •

Absence is presence

Some days are circles, of all things, without edges, and easily deflected.

Oct 21, 2021 •

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