POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
Well, not exactly, and I apologize to anyone landing here who feels misled. But these past 9 days have felt like a minor ordeal. Every moment that’d been expected to bring a catharsis was just left hanging. I was sick as a dog last week, though my lateral flow tests were negative. Monday I felt…
I have no idea why I’m not sleeping. I doubt there is any use in an interrogation. There are too many factors at play, and I think I have already spent too much of my life inspecting the framework that surrounds it. Looking for weaknesses. Explanations. If I fix this, then… It seems as though…
Halfway through the ten-day vacation. Still waiting for some kind of joy to take hold. Just at the edge of the day. Just a small tug. There are 4 y’s in that paragraph. Like utterances of frustration.Three j’s. Like little fishhooks.Two g’s with their round descenders. Heavy. Resigned.Where it ends. Depression is a sneaky creature.…
I had something to say last night. Slept poorly and woke to the blackbirds singing about the fresh snow (I assume that was the topic of conversation). Now, what do I say in the face of that? Another day slipped by. Along with all the thoughts I didn’t take note of. The hours that I…