JOURNAL FOR AUGUST 2025

summer has peaked.

the berries are best in the season’s first ten days.
time travel is impossible.

i thought about buying a new computer.
my credit score dropped 20 points for no particular reason.

i pulled out most of the dandelions and it was easier than i thought.
the mullein grew tall, flowered, and went to seed.

my last dentist appointment was several years ago.
i’m waiting for wisdom to burst from my overripe gums.

i threw up so hard that my nose bled.
my father called, saying he’d had a nightmare, and was i alright?

the basil on the windowsill attracted aphids, then ants, then wilted.
the palm grew no new leaves.

my sister came to visit and rearranged my fridge.
i felt disbelief, then outrage, then dread.

the new puppy is shedding all over my clothes.
she squirms in my arms like a soft wet bug.

i “forgot” to pay the arts tax for four straight years.
they sent a letter in the mail with the debt more than doubled.

the sun has been scalding everything in its touch.
the shrubbery is full of cobwebs.

in therapy i learned that i am every version of myself that ever was.
frankenstein’s monster, and also frankenstein.

the ache in me compounded.
i listened to a song i’d never heard before.

wasps built a nest in the eaves of our house.
it rained for the first time since spring.

i dreamt of my lover.
she dreamt of me.