writing about the vineyard

i went to a wedding last month.  the church was in the middle of nowhere.  mazzy and i drove miles and miles through fields of corn and vineyards.  the western side of michigan has vineyards.  rows and rows of grapes waiting to be turned into something else. or maybe not.  maybe they’ll stay grapes.  maybe

what you’ll find there

have you ever felt too dependent on someone? that sort of if i’m not near this person, i’m not quite sure the world will continue on as it should? yeah, me neither. when that person breaks your heart, you could have a real chance. a chance to find out what your definition of love is

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kicking through the ladybugs

our first day in ohio hundreds of ladybugs swarmed the front porch. they landed on each ledge and all five metal chairs.  they swung on the porch swing. and then they died. i crunched out onto the porch to be in a quiet place.  the trees bare and the purebred birds flitting and calling.  the sun

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