trying not to react to my hash-brain which keeps showing up for breakfast. one big, blend of besprinkled thoughts twirling around in my head; propelling me into a fit of emotions. good-naturedly rigid, i ground all ten toes into my sandbox of sanity. this casserole of...
this week i find myself loitering in the terminal. i’m hesitant to board. my parcels feel a bit under-packed. study and schooling will cure this current self stammer. soon, i will descend those steps confidently to my gate. first class ticket in hand; toting my...
the view from the porthole indicates smooth sailing, but the inside of my cabin has been bumpy, sharp, and vexing. sour-faced i stomp around, tongue ablaze, set off by the slightest: an unmannerly citizen, an offensive dog-owner, an out-to-lunch driver. this...
philosophy will clip an angel’s wings – john keats i’m giving my brain a breather. enough of this hard lined rationale. decoding, interpreting, attempting to manage and react to every mite of information that swirls in my heady eddy. guessing with my...
