Something. Is it a feeling. What is it. Look at me. I can barely write. Am I writing […]
Journalism
I leave the house. Come to downtown Santa Rosa, to Beer Baron. A place I’ve only been once. […]
There is no happenstance in patterns. In YOUR patterns.
Now home. Today, sent me. Somewhere. Not sure where. This is more than work. This is more than […]
Storms of it. In your own pages.
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Late, and wine and music, thinking about the day and week ahead. Day off tomorrow from office new […]
Wine never needs to frame complicated. Wine should never direct prolix. She’s inviting, approachable, narrative and affectionate. What’s […]
that there are certain moments just for me. That I don’t have to share. Life is mine, all […]
world, language, behavior pattern and way. I’m one with a little reluctance, but I’m using what I know […]