POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
Wednesday morning. And maybe the only thing left that resembles a routine right now is this early morning writing. I haven’t run in nearly a week. I haven’t cooked. Two days ago Leonard jumped down from the bed and hurt his forefoot. So walks have been pared to a minimum. I’m living on lithium, paracetamol,…
A deep breath this morning as I sit down. Salted coffee, and blackbirds outside the window. I didn’t write yesterday, but spent a full day with a new printer: learning to adjust for paper weights, manual feed, and double-sided pages. A lot of trial and error. Small steps forward. Or sideways. No: I am moving…
I don’t want to write about how difficult things have been. It feels like I’m hitting a single note too often. I will say: I miss the trail. This morning I saw a new doctor, and we’re making a plan. Driving home I noticed that most of the snow is already gone, even from the…