Tuesday, September 25, 2018

We know that in September, we will wander through the warm winds of summer's wreckage. We will welcome summer's ghost. Henry Rollins I can remember some years when September 25th was cold. I recall others when it felt like summer was lingering. I remember best, this day thirty-eight years ago when my son was born.

Sunday, August 12, 2018 – Weary

I'd rather take coffee than compliments just now. Louisa May Alcott, Little Women I wake—again—from the kind of sleep that wraps around you like a thick and sticky black glue. My body aches. It’s the third or fourth time since midnight that I’ve fought my way to the surface, and struggled again to return to