I am in love with Richard Siken. I can’t help it. I want to kiss his mouth, touch my tongue against his. I know that he’s gay, but no matter. It’s not that type of love. What I love are his words. I want to fill my mouth with his poems, slide them along my teeth… Read More I love you, Richard Siken (or, my favorite poem)
Today I went after-Christmas shopping at the Gap. I needed new jeans. I hoped to find a good deal. I did find some killer bargains: A cute bra for $4. A sweater for $15. A dress shirt for my son for $15 (he’ll never wear it but I felt like a good mom for buying it). I… Read More Dear Gap, I am not Size 2 (thank you very much)
It’s a little before midnight and two moose are curled up in our yard, a mother and a calf. It feels magical to sit inside while just a few feet away lies two very large and untamed animals. It’s what I love about Anchorage, that the wilderness is so near, and how it often seeps, almost unaware, into your life.… Read More One moose, two moose (sleeping in the yard)
Cinthia Ritchie 