Have not been writing much, and, as a result, my syntax feels foreign, my words off. So, I’ll write this as one does a letter to an old friend. For what more could one wish ## The above was published inadvertently – a draft from last night left open in the wordpress app. And, havingContinue reading “Edited”
I just wrote something long and beautiful and healing, and I wrote it in on mobile, in Safari, and it all got somehow deleted before I pressed publish. Bummer. On that note: the answer was Love.
I’ve saved three drafts tonight, and dodged I don’t know how many personal bullets. I wonder how many writers let their unconscious script their writing, and thus their lives? For me, by draft three I knew these were conversations – or, rather, drafts – to share with her. And I’m sure we will learn somethingContinue reading “Draft #4”
The sun will rise tomorrow, As straight as the crow flies; Daylight will come. And it will be a good day for some, And for others: one dark and tired But I promise you this: They’ve already decided – For whether they know it or not: Their day is upon them. But – Shall theyContinue reading “Only Yesterday”
What can I say: I’m good. I used to write with another muse in mind – I used to live that way: constantly hoping to live up to some arbitrary measure; always insufficient for my estimations of myself, and always short of her’s. Only, today, now, I dissappoint no one; for this is who IContinue reading “Sour, Sweet, Salty”