A new hopeMy own photo was dark, with just red and purple surrounding me. It felt right, even though it’s not how I wanted it to look.Jan 2Jan 2
He’s WhistlingHe is whistling and working his way around his kayak, while I’m still looking at a sheet of corrugated plastic.Jul 22, 2023Jul 22, 2023
Hubris of man, and all thatThe thing about nature is it is always seeking balance. The thing about humanity is that we think we can overcome balance.Feb 7, 20231Feb 7, 20231
What to write vs. what to shareThat I, too, could spend years working on an essay and maybe still never show it to anyone — that great writers do this — felt like freedomJan 3, 2023Jan 3, 2023
About blood, wonderingI woke up this morning thinking about blood, wondering what’s between my skin and bones.Nov 12, 2022Nov 12, 2022
It looks like logicFrom up above, everything looks orchestrated. Swarms of cars moving along highways to jobs and homes and vacations. Trains sliding along…Oct 18, 20221Oct 18, 20221
Am I being followed?When I was a kid I was certain that my destiny was to be kidnapped. I was terrified of men who were alone in public, sometimes women too.Aug 27, 20222Aug 27, 20222
I am a river, not a rockThe river bank is a suggestion, a draft written in pencil, not marker.Jul 31, 2022Jul 31, 2022
Gerri’s BirthdayIt was 11:58am on Gerri’s birthday and her phone hadn’t buzzed, chirped, or chimed. As she spread egg salad (homemade, of course) on one…Jul 8, 2022Jul 8, 2022
Hashtag goalsI failed my goal of posting twice here in the month of May, but that was the cost of reaching my goal to complete a novel manuscript! I…Jun 6, 20221Jun 6, 20221
