Gravestone
My gravestone could read “File > Close. Do not save changes.”
Wish I could paint
I’d paint this feeling. I’d capture this brief moment. But I cannot capture a moment, or a feeling. Folly.
I organized the wine closet . . .
. . . and I kind of hate myself because it feels gluttonous for one person to have so much. But then I think, “Why hate myself for something I like if I have the means and it’s not hurting anyone? I am supporting wineries after all.”But then I think, “Well, it is kind of…
The hornet nest
For most of summer 2019, I was wary of this grey football hanging low in the maple tree. When viewed from a distance, maybe two or three workers would congregate by the entrance. Like animated bar-patrons, seen from the street, telling stories and braving the cold for a smoke in mid winter. But get closer,…
Peace and justice should belong to every person, everywhere, all the time
Eulogy for Coretta Scott King by Maya Angelou on February 7, 2006: https://youtu.be/otGXTryeY6w “I pledge to you, my sister, I will never cease.I mean to say I want to see a better world.I mean to say I want to see some peace somewhere.I mean to say I want to see some honesty, some fair play.I…
Recurrence
“We shall have our little day.” . . . Dororthy Parker’s opening line. She was brilliantly/bluntly poeting the inhale and exhale of romantic relationships and I can relate. All of mine, thus far, too, have fallen to an imbalance of desire. However the sentiment applies to most things. A spark and a fizzle; a best…
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