Closed for Repairs
The signing of my lease was supposed to be the beginning of the end. Right now it feels like the declaration of war.
Memorial Day
My last post was a compulsion. Most of my writing here is a compulsion. An itch to lyrically vomit the thoughts in my mind so that I can go about the business of being me.
Stranger Than
Do you have a favorite book? One that you actually have in either hardcover or paperback? The pages have some fraying by now, and a few might be dog eared. Do you pick up that…
New Home….who dis?
It’s a generic door, in a generic location but I am close to calling it home.