From Paper to the Page

I wanted my brain to remember what it was like to begin a new piece of writing from scratch. From the scratching of my pen across a blank piece of former organic matter. To remember how to pay attention to sensations before trying to type ideas. 

Family cooking in a kitchen

Mending the Heart and Slowing Down: Reintroducing Myself to Mexican Cooking

Mindlessly scrolling through TikTok, whether at my desk, leaning against the kitchen counter, on the couch, or on my bed, makes me feel disconnected. My body is curled up, knees close to my heart, and my shoulders are tense below my ears. My eyes are locked, all background noise essentially muted. All of my attention is focused on the little screen in my hand.

Daniel J. Rortvedt headshot

Still Life

You’re waiting tables in Gunnison;

Grand Junction. Fruita is blood-orange dark.

Your hands are covered with silt, dry from the hard water

as you scale the Book Cliff mountains. No matter what

I’ve Stayed in the Front Yard

My father never drank except at Christmastime, I’ve
never seen a brown bottle drain until I was seven, stayed
at my grandmother’s house and knew the skank smell of alcohol, in
winter where cigarette smoke looks ghostly, the
ash tray a black patch of night, he sat on the steps in front