A New Morning

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…

A Toast, To Write

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…

Stairs

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 Work Is Real

The glitter and shine of Christmas decorations are up all around the county and people are smiling a little brighter at one another. Letting the pedestrians cross in the crosswalks, tipping their baristas, keeping spoilers to The Crown and The Mandalorian to themselves. Life is moving forward. Shopping is being done, plans are being made…