I’ll use that mood to kick today’s ass. Just so you know.
bottledaux
the ox, trapped in the bottle, and by bottle I mean this blog, and by ox I suggest all I have going on as a writing father of two, wine lover, runner, adjunct english professor, entrepreneur… let’s see, what else do I do….. think that’s it, although if you read I’m sure you’ll find something else; the writing father, writing and wining, running and teaching, blogging; everything in the ox’s life, right here. in. the. bottle. the blog. my books.
days haiku
words me too, where go trip to other coasts, love sands I don’t know— streets bed
Restart, Recharge, Return
Alarm ignored. But I’m up now with that temptation that any writing parent feels. To just go back to sleep. But I think daughter has a cold or ear infection, something, so she’s been up […]
Notes…
Can’t wait for coffee in the morning. So waking up at fucking 4AM. Poetry… MORE!!! My own business… It’s not a door, it’s a character I have to be. Now I finally see. At 37. […]
À la fin…
I feel better, more ME. Not sure what it was about today, but it pummeled me up and down its block. Maybe I deserved it for a lack of connection to self. Spoken word in […]
Door note
Swing open, watch out. Too quick, in rush, why– Slow, slower, breathe.
