Let’s get fired up!

Way back in May, I mentioned that I was traveling. Well, my travels seem to be coming to an end. Delightfully! I felt like I needed to see something new and to recharge. I guess I needed to see more of life to feel like I was living. Maybe that’s not entirely true, but I…

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Life moves as a cat scratching its back on a doorway: over time its mark is revealed. Moments adding up, encapsulated in minds, on photos, diaries, colorings and drawings, stuffed animals and cast clothing. Ordinary days are a precocious bouquet: schooling, working, eating, fighting, playing, writing, crying, reading, bitching, praying, learning, begging, embracing, watching TV…

(sitting on an urban park bench)

she resembled a grandma doll with dried apple for head, staring eerily from its perch on a shelf. wild on her head, her hair had turned white and was stained yellow, like gauze left on a wound too long. her clothes, old, musty like air blowing from an abandoned building.             her orthopedic shoes tap…

Morning Dew

the sun, broken down             into particles and rays sparkling through the morning dew on my windshield before I slip into another work day