Tag Archives: Aryn

music makes my bones move

music makes my bones move he says, shakes last year’s mardi gras beads like maracas, keeps a beat not listened to but pulsed from the soles up

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buttercup of death

My kids were squabbling in the back of the car. ¬†Normal, right? ¬†Well, normal on the surface until Aryn looks at his sister, and shouts with all of his breath, “You buttercup of death!” Remember, this is the child who … Continue reading

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