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...
every morning i wake up in fairy-tale land. don’t get me wrong; the shires of my fanciful kingdom are also filled with death, disease, discourtesy, and deception. yesterday, it took all of robin hood’s outlaws, and one lady in waiting to reign in my...
