POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
Another night of ruminating. It is the oddest thing. My mind fixated on a single incidence as an illustration of my inadequacy. Some humiliation. A sentence I shouldn’t have said. An omission of etiquette. Hygiene. And it is cold comfort to consider that no one actually saw/heard/interpreted things the way I did. Things – facts…
I am never sure what whittles away the first 30 minutes of the morning. The absent-minded shuffling from room to room looking for my glasses. The search for wool socks tossed off in my sleep. But the morning always feels thinner than promised. This morning begins with a pinch in my stomach. There’s uncomfortable synchronicity…
There were some moments this morning – getting coffee and settling in to write – where I felt optimistic and… light. Ideas nudging the edges of my consciousness in such a good way. And then, they’re gone. Like a magic spell in a movie when the swirling elements drop like sand to the floor. It’s…
It was difficult to get up this morning. Which is good because it means I did sleep. Was sleeping when the alarm went off. Even Leonard moved slowly and begrudgingly up the stairs this morning to start the day. Yesterday there were moments when I felt a kind of excitement around my solar plexus. Like…