Soaring Close to the Ground

I haven’t been feeling nice lately. I’ve been lazy, directionless, procrastinating. I shouldn’t feel bad about myself. Our plans have crumbled, and I think while I’ve been feeling mopey and directionless, my brain has been running down the options to fix the situation, formulating a new path and plan, and I finally did it. I jumped. I … Continue reading Soaring Close to the Ground

The Things My Grandmother Taught Me…

Grandmother, my sister, and I would sit, snapping peas, talking, laughing on our old but nicely painted front porch on Bellhaven Road, around 1989, I believe, in the neighbourhood where I now raise my own child. It was a good neighbourhood to come back home to. I wish they could have met. I wish I … Continue reading The Things My Grandmother Taught Me…

Ode to Comfort & Misery…

Sitting here in my apartment, Feeling like a hobo, Because I haven’t bathed, In anything but despair, Which metaphorically stinks. Physically I only sorta stink. My hair isn’t looking pretty, And I waxed my moustache and got a little pimple above my lip that looks like a herpe. I don’t have herpes. It only looks … Continue reading Ode to Comfort & Misery…