The bar is an oasis, despite it being shoved up against the wall. I am not an alcoholic, because I sit and admire the flavors and colors contained in the row of bottles above me; they shine and glow like a body of shimmering water is a respite in the desert's heat. I perch at…
The Rain Has To Stop
My head feels thick, eyes red-rimmed, and I try to swallow away the slight unpleasant dizziness. These telltale symptoms used to be a comfort, now, they're something else to power through, as I continue lifting each mud-covered boot up and out from the thick, sticky ground and putting it front of me. One at a time. I…
Picasso
There's doing, and there's being, and the former is ridiculously easy until you realize there isn't anything you can "do" any longer. You can walk all the walks and spend hours a day on your feet with a heavy backpack and marvel at the fact that your clothes feel looser and your waist tighter, but…
Happily Lost in Eighteen Thousand
Eighteen thousand odd people, all in the same place, at the same time, watching everything unfolding in an oval shape before them in the surprisingly warm ice rink. Eighteen. Thousand. Were this arena to go up in a puff of smoke, this number of human beings gathered together of their own free will, greater than…
Writer’s Block and an Apostle
I still sleep wearing earplugs, but it's the habitual practice of a light sleeper, not the need to drown out the noise, shut out the excitement and anger and stress and the going, going, going... Despite the little blue pieces of foam, I can still hear the morning's birdsong and occasional footsteps going up and…
Commute
There's a navy velvet sky this morning, and the swish of traffic is drowned out by busts of cheery birdsong. It's not dawn, but it's coming, and the birds know what's up. I might have dressed and prepared tea, quietly - some still sleep at this hour - but it felt far from the empty…
Time's Thievish Progress 