I’ve decided to wrap up this particular blog, mostly because it’s no longer what it was supposed to be. Instead … Continue reading Last Thoughts and Final Pages
I used to call them my “Emo Days,” with an inflection of disdain, an inherent curled lip for what I … Continue reading A Head Full of Hell: How We Talk to Ourselves.
The sum of my worldly goods Would not fill even one hand Cupped, as if to measure salt. Yet the … Continue reading Among the Treasure Houses
Late January, rainy Saturday. Precipitation, precipitated, not quite Steady enough for the wipers. Here, my existence shrinks to a bubble … Continue reading Brave New World on the Back of a Grocery List
Today is November 21st, which is 18 days before my birthday. Am I asking for birthday presents? No, not yet. … Continue reading Let’s Have More of That: Life and My Version of Type II Fun
I am not a hopeless case. Of course, no one really wants to read about someone who is depressed, except … Continue reading The Hot Mess of Life in Progress
The day collapsed in upon itself An exhausted skin of heat and humidity Freckled with the promise of mosquito bites. … Continue reading In Bare Feet