Ho hum and head down is how 2016 will sputter out. The year was so bad, that everyone is sick of hearing how bad it was. I’ve written a handful of things since my last post that I couldn’t really bring myself to publish; too loathing; too optimistic; too bitter; too self-congratulatory. But this mark … Continue reading On Wisdom and Ashes
I noticed that your life loosely flows in seven to nine year patterns. It’s why you’re sleeping again every night in a tent, similar to the way you were in 2009. You’re drawn to certain rhythms that bring comfort. Frogs and insects induce song that matches your sleep pattern. You listen for the owl every … Continue reading A Dismembered Slumber Poet (a self communication)
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