D, do you secretly have tent in here? What? Do you secretly have a tent in here? Uh… It’s a cleanout day, spring cleaning? I’m dealing with the pileup. It’s not too bad, honestly. Just a collection of papers to be redistributed and reorganized. We’ve done a pretty good job of staying on top of …
Author Archives: Radutti
Hearts in Snow
President Obama famously described having kids as living with a piece of your heart, out there, wandering around in the world And today, two pieces of my heart are not wandering, but sliding, gracefully down the snow-covered slope In front of me Sometimes slowing within reach, others wrapping around the bend, and drifting out of …
On Track
My hands! Her expression of fatigue leaps across the room I can’t help but chuckle, and also feel proud of the hard work that’s going on. K, are you okay? I WANT TO WRITE! but MY HANDS ARE SO TIRED! It’s a quiet afternoon, we’re hard at work on our narrative on-demands. Quiet piano streams …
Xom Chua
You’ve still got to be careful. It’s not quite as torque-y as the other bike. However, once you get up to speed, it’s got quicker acceleration. It’s also heavy, so take it easy. You ready? Yeah, Papa. You’ve got to turn around, the trash is the other way. He edges gently on the accelerator and …
Diss
Siri, show me cognitive dissonance He stares, seemingly off into space. But his eyes periodically shift downward, towards the rapidly growing numbers. 200000 250000 300000 I don’t know if he’s numb to pain or actively questioning his decision But he seems to have made peace with the fact that he has chosen to drive an …
Poker Might
So every night for a month, I have to post a small moment, personal narrative. How small a moment? Well, it kind of depends. If I’m inspired, I spend a lot more time on it. The thing is, I have to consider who my audience is, and why I’m writing it, all the stuff that …
Overheard
But the most unrealistic and ludicrous part of that song is that there’s a street called Muffin Lane
Checkpoint Too
He sits, waiting for us, every day Perched in the doorway, perfectly balanced, just across the way from the primary school. He’s next door to the pop up pho restaurant, across from the countless bikes, schoolchildren just dismounted and sneaking across the road for their breakfast. Morning pho, of course. It’s rush hour at the …
Heat
Somebody left the door open Fresh out the shower, I step across the tiles It’s heat I pursue today. I peer at the bright red digital numbers on the panel 73 That should do it Normally when I pull open the sticky cedar door, the metal catch wrestles with me, just enough to make a …
Checkpoint One
Our commute is dotted with checkpoints. I breathe in. As I round the bend next to the lake and gun into the straightaway, I see the crew. The early morning meditators. Perched, still, mindful statues on thin pillows. In winter months this group of seven huddles for warmth and dresses for the cool. These days …
Get Up Eight 