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 […]
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.
Tag: Art
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 […]
Day’s haiku–
Needing Order Children swarm line, loud, waiting for coffee, envy– They, life. Me, just grown.
Those Humans
One thing I notice about students is that they feel lost. Now, I’m not sure if this is a result of pressure from society or family, or social media, or themselves, or the institution itself, […]
Back from walk. Have water. And papers..
so here I go, grading as I write and enjoy some time to self. Done with papers.. want to be in classroom in 9 minutes, and also need a coffee after the heat took what […]
Well here I am, 4AM.
Back to work, back to surprise myself. But more than anything, defeat you. Quiet as I ever heard the house– No, quieter. One idea that pushed me away from the pillows, causing me to rise […]
