Category: Writing

An anonymous response to a query (‘Anonymously tell me what time it is there and what you’re thinking about’) on tumblr. Not so anonymous now, I guess… 10:24.  >>  Time is heavy and life is light. Or the other way round.  >>  I never noticed the little red stars before today.  >>  I'm moving things [...]

I hate thinking when I have a cold… I open the blinds in the morning and turn up the heat I have breakfast I shower and go about my day the grocery store the post office sometimes the bank maybe stop somewhere for lunch I listen to Willie Nelson in the car and marvel how [...]

Some truths emerge gradually… It’s so sad to sleep through all the best dreams but be stuck in the ones that lurch you from place to place catching your coat on improbable details and still wake up the next morning remembering nothing Weeds poke through the small rocks that constitute the substitute for a yard [...]