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...
