It started like any other morning. Aches and pains, grinding popping joints struggling to rise from the sanctuary of the bed and embracing covers. Bed head atop squinty-eyed mattress damaged face. Trying not to breathe out too much to melt the paint from the walls from morning dragon breath. The chirping alarm rang from the…
Ernest Hemingway once wrote, "Write drunk, edit sober." Problem is, according to several sources, including his daughter Mariel, he never said that. He didn't even practice it, according to the same sources. Jack Kerouac was said to have written one of the greatest American novels ever, one that is loved and read, reread and regarded…
I took a yoga class yesterday. It was the fourth yoga class in my lifetime and fourth in the last year. My bride encouraged me to go. Actually, she's the one who took me to my first yoga class. The first was hard. I don't know how people can make fun of people who do…
Left. Right. Swish, swish. No one walks up a flight of stairs like she can. Each supple foot landing delicately on each step with no effort. She rises like she's being lifted by a cloud to the next step. Left. Her hip moves with a sway. Slow, deep. My eyes follow the flow. Right. Like…
This is how I want to end 2019. Typing away on my keyboard and letting thoughts flow out of me like, what I wish was water from a broken dam, but in reality is like sap from a tree in the dead of Winter. But the words come out and flow and drip and play…
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