Day 9. About conviction, about defiance, about all of us finding what we’re searching for. Coltrane playing me […]
Looking back at the writer.
is narrative maze.
my partner narrator.
. They know. They know me and speak their poetry, madly.
No nap, today, fought against pull and push to do so. Thanksgiving over, wife out shopping at one […]
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 […]
Writing on its way. Believe.