There’s a line thrown out there a lot when someone wants to talk another person into doing something spontaneous. On your death bed you won’t remember all the times you did <fill in your drudgerous, boring task>, you’ll just wish you had done <fill in something fun and meaningful> more. That is likely true, but that doesn’t … More My Week 2017, vol. 17
We broke from our trend of mostly warm, sunny days this week, returning to chilly temps and lots of clouds. It wasn’t uncomfortable, it just did not feel like something approaching summer. This is typical Spring, lulling you into thinking it will be one thing, then pulling the rug out, switching it up on you. … More This Week 2016, vol. 20
confession to the dead moments before our parties begin, i’m humbled to think of your pain.
confession to the innocents what profits on earth are worth ev’ry life wasted for things, thought needed?
confession to the 12 help me remember, table, bread, wine, body, blood, the same way you do.
confession to natives i roam free on roads covering your ancient trails, unsure how to share.
confession to the poverty line i fatten, heavy from costly lead. you do not judge, you have no time.