My song, played then scrapped. Something I’m not accustomed to. An industry.
Music
a new Cabernet from Napa, from a small but beneficent label. One of those stories I only want […]
On campus, in the adjunct cell, with my “lunch” if you could call it that. Haven’t told the […]
(10/17/16) 7:05, putting pants on, waiting for Jack’s waffles to toast. Only one coffee sip under the writer’s […]
In office, watching rain outside door decorate the scape. Not in the mood to work as much I […]
crutch none, just walking slowly this morning. why rush, there’s too many stoplights anyway—
Working lunch. Between classes. Burrito from caf’ which I know I shouldn’t have bought but I needed something […]
Sanction Credit Thought, and am still thinking, this whole morning that I need to challenge myself. How. Don’t […]
this morning for the writing father, other than I’m going in a bit later, so he has some […]
settling down, slowing, readying for bed. Such a responsible thing to do. But I’m going to meditate a […]