Tiny gray lizard practicing calisthenics on the concrete wall. A flash forward then a stall for five pushups. Climbing the tower and then Descending the other side. What a way to start the day.
You slept with your hand on the small of my back. Possession, comfort, solace I felt them all too.
The Weeping Willow Shade covers us from the canopy above. A cool breeze causes the leaves to rustle softly. The long billowing branches sway. The sweet whisper of your voice, long past, is carried on the wind.
I woke up this morning at 4:44. Normally, I would have rolled over and gone back to sleep, but somehow this number jolted me. I felt compelled to see if this was an auspicious number of some sort. Earlier in the week I had read somewhere that when numbers appear in groups of 3 it's… Continue reading 4:44 am
I haven't been too political in my writing and haven't commented a lot on the state of the world outside of commenting that there are upheavals and disease in general. I have tried to keep most of my writing about my internal exposition. I have reached a point where I am actually scared and worried… Continue reading The State of My State
It's early Sunday morning in Arizona. I haven't written in a week. Coming home after only four days away was the opposite of inspiring. I should have stayed away longer. I came home to a house filled with unwanted noise, a sky filled with smoky air, forcing on me yet another reason to not leave… Continue reading Sunday Morning
I love learning a new word. Especially when it's such a delicious word. Serendipity has been my favorite word for such a long time. I remember sitting on the floor at my grandfather's house in Clarksville, Tennesee, and reading a book with my Aunt Caroline. I couldn't tell you the name of the book, or… Continue reading A New Word – Deliciate
This morning I woke up in strange, but oh, so comfortable bed in a tiny adobe casita in Taos, New Mexico. As I sit at this table Santa Fe style table to write, outside my window is a cherry tree, just months ago, filled with blossoms now scattered with the tiniest, unripened cherries. Under it… Continue reading Waking Up In A Strange Place
I put myself into self-isolation on February 24, 2020. Since that date, I think I have left my house seven times. Mostly I took trips to the grocery store to pick-up groceries curbside. I've gone through drive-through fast food a few times and twice, went on a drive, just to get out of the house.… Continue reading Brave and Crazy