Hours and hours and HOURS later, the writer finds himself at home, about to begin a new project […]
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Wine is in all of my moments. If I try to refrain, it’s permissively insane. It insists. IT’s […]
needs a fucking freewrite. I hate feeling like I’m “on assignment”, even if the assignment was given by […]
taking a few minutes to yourself and seeing and feeling how resplendent it is to be alive.
First night of solo-ness after wife and little Kerouac’s leave for DC. In adjunct cell after a more […]
Day 39, 7/18/17, Tuesday…. Just wrote the vino letter a jour, now a couple moments of other written […]
“I think of that pink wine when I hear Zinfandel. Is that wrong?” 40-something woman says. “Well, it–” […]
up all trees. Wanting to find everything in its planet and universe, streets and alleys, corners and general […]
…I see my children at a winery, on the crushed and out in the vineyard with me and […]
On lunch… 14:48. Ready to leave. Well, I shouldn’t say it like that, I’m merely in a spiral […]