A Beautiful Disaster

I’m pulling out memories like polaroid shots, then tossing them over my shoulder. Where is my life’s worth? There’s a turtle that’d-rather-stay-in-its-shell part of me tonight that wants nothing more than to kick rocks all by itself. I hope you don’t take this personally, but I’d rather be alone. I mean, if you like andContinue reading “A Beautiful Disaster”

Teach Your Children

I’m listening to Crosby, Stills & Nash, and their album’s art has pulled me in. It’s the three of them, long-haired and ankle-high pointy-tipped boots. It’s a classic shot, like the Beatles walking on Abby Road.  Nash is up the couch’s back with elbows resting on his knees. Stills’ ankle is propped on his kneeContinue reading “Teach Your Children”