It’s already started. Now I shape it. Into a pile of diamonds.
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This morning my son testing me at every angle, keeping the writer on his toes and now me […]
and act as you always have, just wilder and freer and louder.
How did November get away from me? Time just keeps moving and doesn’t care how quick we are. […]
Running out of time after vineyard walk on River Road, way past Santa Rosa and I think maybe […]
This wine, more of an instruction, imparting some stern sagacity, for me, urging this me the one calling […]
At day’s end, I can only think of the next day. So does the day really end, then? […]
Gum and sparkling lemon water. Goddamnit. Everythubg tugs at the wallet. Everything.