Tricks

Story of my life.

Viable Alternatives II

Suddenly all I want is to be riding trains, as though that speed and percussion is the only thing that could possibly calm the nervous compulsions.


Instead I have been walking to the bagel shop.

Homecoming

Well here's the thing: I am just going to keep going back to the same places until you make me stop. Or I make me stop.

I am going nowhere so slowly. They are always on the way. There is always time.

I am going to sit on the same jungle-y porches and rusty chairs and cold concrete stoops until enough is enough, and even then.

Love Is a Lonely Death Island

Alone on Death Island


Well, it's been a good day to sit in bed and eat a whole box of Parmesan sourdough twists.

Slim Pickings

Whoops. Now it's fall. I did not even can any tomatoes. Next year, I guess. Gather up what's left and settle in.

It's for bloggin', too. (Shout out to you if you're still reading.)