Dull roots return —so much for low maintenance— but low maintenance is for low moods giving up not bothering I should delight in high maintenance —and finding shortcuts– for high rewards or at least the satisfaction of not giving up refusal to bow down to my dull roots both...

Well, I missed last week because reasons… or at least, I think I had reasons, I don’t really remember. So, what have I been up to? Well, watching a lot of movies. I’ve talked about my writing projects a bit here and there and I’ve decided to narrow my...

on the cut (or I should be): the excess of years needing to melt away let my true form emerge rising like daffodils through the dirt pushing new buds to shine in the sun and discard the rest like last year’s compost feeds the flower and vanishes into the...

Flicker on, far horizon Candle? (pitchforked) Torch? Tunnel’s end? slide towards or hide waiting for more glow more info Sensations: tingling, warm fuzz of possible hope and new dawn...

Where to start this week… Well, the cell phone bullshit extended to Tuesday, and took my brother’s intervention to fix it all. All I can say is I absolutely hate dealing with telecomm bullshit. And my old carrier’s sales team has been calling me every single day, even though...

deep seated fatigue (not just the surface sleep loss or tiredness from efforts) I am sick of how I’ve been living shirking work scorning music and not the flood comes and sweeps me with it all form a little fissure of willingness I must learn to surf and swim...

Yawn… ‘scuse me, I’m a little sleep-deprived this week, had a bunch of nights of not getting more than 5 or 6 hours of sleep and some of those nights were broken up by frequent waking within that time. Also, I’m using “nights” loosely as I’ve been getting to...

Or rather: alleged Aerosmith backstage signage. I got this almost 8 years ago off of eBay for $20 and the claim was that it was a sign that Aerosmith used to stick up at the entrance to their backstage area. It came in one of those plastic sheet protector...

So, an hour ago when I was stuck in the line-up for the McDonald’s drive-thru, I had a brilliant idea of how to start this blog, but now it’s all gone. Oh well. Can’t have been all that brilliant, I guess. I think it had something to do with...

strappy polka dot stilettos the better to walk all over with no time for argument hateful glares from old hags —no matter the age— in their ugly dirty sneakers and clumsy orthopedic shoes wistful glances from husbands remembering when their wives still wore heels still cared to turn them...