Ask the Dust
The edges of this morning’s full moonare softenedThe dust of the Sahara deserttraveling across the oceanto make my skya hazy, …
The edges of this morning’s full moonare softenedThe dust of the Sahara deserttraveling across the oceanto make my skya hazy, …
We should talk about honestyabout telling each other the truthbut we don’t Instead, we talk about the weatherthe price of …
Waiting, always waitingworking patience like a muscleit’s a virtue, my dad used to sayhe was patientme, not so muchAnticipation fuelsmy …
It’s morning againi can tell because the sun is growing biggerhotterand I am drooping as muchas the unwatered pothos in …
The change is seismicbut subtlehow a clump of viral mattercan so quickly illuminate what is importantto life when you still …
Welcome to Story Sunday, where I try to prove Ray Bradbury wrong and write 52 bad stories. This is week …
There is a chance this could happenSo let’s plan every contingency NOWmy brain says There is a chancethis could happenso …
Today is My Life, Too! Those words, pithy on a cute ‘gram postToday is my life, too.as opposed to TGIFThose …
What is more productive, I ask myselfto force out bad workor take a nap? This week, I must saythe nap …
My grandfather is sitting at the kitchen tablecoffee hot and black steaming in his cupeven though it was 9:30 at …