Reminded today that wine is about life— a tidal wave of vivacity and expression, music, love, and communication. […]
Poems
tonight, poems and prose to be read. Jack and I now watch some carton before bed. Only now […]
She doesn’t know, tired or hungry or growing– I’m Supposed to know. Dad.
Taking a night, just… One, to my Self– to collect, just what’s needed– freed.
Hold vines up, staring at me with grittiness and exhaustion, throwing words in vortex tapestries, worlds inverted for […]
or less, but I drag myself from one word to another, tired from day and swimming in the […]
Sending me endlessly, too trapped in my own thought to navigate a familiar map–
Two poems to type. Won’t tonight. Feeling lazy and tired from morning run. 8.5 miles, surprised self— Didn’t […]
Tomorrow, I promise more poetry. More. Wrote one today, that’s three in the last three days. I’ve had […]
Morning lazy Should run but don’t want to Should do something exercise-y, Productive say But no interest This […]