Gathered around a foldable card table in beach chairs like a Charlie Brown Thanksgiving, my family gathers from their rooms and hiding spots. There are huge boxes against every wall, cabinets that display "overweight load" on the side, and smaller ones next to them with the contents that will fill every drawer. An order of sandwiches, a Jimmy John's moving day classic, is spread around, and a 2L of Coke Zero sits on the kitchen counter. My parents load the Office up, and my little siblings...

I'm finding myself now growing up and moving on from childhood: a childhood seeped in tradition and culture, cultivated by the people, not a location. From Fort Sam Houston to Fort Benning, Schofield Barracks, and Leavenworth, every place had the same familiar sense as the last. As I grow out of this childhood now, and my life takes a new form, I find myself dwelling in these memories, these specific reminders of the childhood I treasure. These are only some of the little moments I'll...

They pull themselves into what they cannot see (Sea) pond, or river at all The celestial uncontrollable Which demands a Dance, this chaotic Impossible Request requires Perfection that cannot be achieved From the methodic pattern A flowing pace to Contradict, to meet The tides rising falling, Swing forward, and back Never the same stroke twice; And done again and again, The rhythm of a life Of one who doesn’t stand on stable Ground, new water is rushing and Restarts the stroke, Which never...