It's Tuesday. A broken record on repeat-- spinning wildly skipping the same cracks in the pavement under our tired feet. Every Tuesday the same boring beige-- where's the variation? So we add a shake of hot sauce, the spice of life we so desperately crave. Pick a different breakfast or a different street but still … Continue reading April 17 : Mystery Spot
Young beauty waltzes in the door just past dawn, bronze skin buffed to shining, framed by black-brown hair-- a yard of silk down her back. Slim hands slide a bill across the counter and she tells me "Keep the change." A gum-pink tongue dances behind her teeth, the pointed pearls so perfect and bright. My … Continue reading April 16: Chagrin
Day like faded scars, nine years gone like yesterday, I remember you.
It's breakfast on Sunday when the recipe is cut by half and still-- leftovers. Friday night with drinks in bedrooms shared with paper friends and digital adventure. Buying two tickets so you can share the experience and somehow still standing alone with the extra in your pocket, unused and unwanted. Trying to not read too … Continue reading April 13 : A Lonely Little Way
Typewriter Moon 