Think I know why I start certain writings, don’t finish. Interest just isn’t there. Well maybe it is […]
meditation
Sit next to me, the smaller square table, she already having her coffee— so glad I didn’t order […]
7:14, up with Emma downstairs. Last cup of coffee made. And me, wondering how this day’s to do. […]
After the day’s length and intensity, I’m drained and very much surrendered. The mood has landed on my […]
I’m tired, eager for something to happen with the writing— part of me wants to just say ‘fuck […]
6:56.. with 4 shot mocha, writerfather sits in the cozy adjunct cell, optimistically a-jitter. Nothing to hand back, […]
When One Thing and When the Other Don’t ask me for advice. I don’t have any. But […]
Don’t work so hard at writing, I just thought. Let the people around you speak and write what […]
I’m with these keys for the next few minutes. Or so. Paid today, but dollars already dedicated. Have […]
of coffee. Writing fathers, or this one in this entry, this morning.. need coffee like fish need their […]