POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
Another morning trying to catch up to the rhythm of the days, after being set back an hour. An extra cup of coffee doesn’t make up for the lag – my body still wanting to sleep. It feels like trying to rouse myself for a ridiculously early flight – every morning. There’s something “off” that…
There are days I feel broken. Worn so thin that I crumbled like an old rubber band someone dug out of the bottom of a junk drawer. I always assumed the Beckett quote, “You must go on, I can’t go on, I’ll go on.” was from Waiting for Godot. I figured it was the clown…
I’ve been in one place for a long time now. In some ways. But the terrain keeps changing. I am continually reassessing, reorienting- Gearing up – or down. I didn’t expect it to feel like this at this point. It’s not that I expected smooth sailing, but at least a clear direction.I figured I would…