There’s a leaf; it looks like a moth, feet gripping to the side of a cedar. March’s chill reminds me still that it’s fall, not spring. I take a breath, a long and heavy breath, to release my previous session. I reset and forget and feel the comfort of my bed from underneath me. TheContinue reading “A Gentle Ride”
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Stick With It
My mother’s memory shook her disapproving head at the amount of shampoo I placed on my hand and lathered into my hair moments ago. Were you also taught not to be wasteful in specific areas of the household? It’s funny how those tidbits stick with you. And how, even though I’m a million light-years awayContinue reading “Stick With It”
Gumping with Goy
Have you ever quit something you loved out of fear? I have – writing. But I’m not ready; I tell the director, is there any way to postpone until tomorrow? And yet the stage is set; open mic, an empty chair, a spotlight, the audience has taken their seats. He takes a drag off hisContinue reading “Gumping with Goy”
Virtual Insanity
You don’t want to write right now. The thought puts its arm around my shoulder, all buddy-buddy-like, pushing me to do anything but open my laptop. I prefer to put the two-plus hours in the passenger seat to good use, but the thought is onto something, so blankly, I stare out the window at theContinue reading “Virtual Insanity”
Going On 40 