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Today I want to write about sound. About how a sound can sneak up on you and kiss you when you need it. About how it can keep you company when you’re alone. About how it can surprise you with things you’d never thought of. On a lonely day last… [Continue Reading]

I wasn’t really too worried except for maybe a bit… Last week I had a routine ____ (I have no intention of gracing my screen with that word… it simply does not do justice to the beauty that are breasts). Anyway, the chick doing the ____ had no breastside manner… [Continue Reading]

You know how people might say something for some kind of ever and you just don’t hear it? Maybe at some point you begin suspecting just how much you aren’t hearing. You get curious, and with curiosity comes the teensiest opening to the possibility that there could be a vast… [Continue Reading]

Once upon a time I tried to die. But it wasn’t my time. Too much was unlived, untapped, unknown. So much not yet done, if it had even begun, so busy had I been stuffing and hiding and numbing so as not to feel the ever present sense of far… [Continue Reading]

April is National Poetry Month. This one’s been brewing for months. It’s getting there. What Wants Saying Merchants of luxury trade in securities back and forth and up and down the walled streets of restless minds, selling lies of commission, omission, and so-called re- mission to save us from what… [Continue Reading]

Time and I, we go way back. But things have gotten hard… Oof! So I called Curiosity and booked us a session. Curiosity is a frighteningly insightful dude. Most of the time he doesn’t even have to say anything at all, although he does have this one eyebrow that ventures… [Continue Reading]

I got myself an itty bitty mortar ‘n’ pestle, a present for the hard stuff to get to the sweet stuff inside things like a vanilla bean and a cardamom pod and a restless, tired mind, which I crushed and added to a sexy Bosc pear sauteing it all on… [Continue Reading]

Yesterday’s wind, it took things with it, The leaves, for one. Another month, for two. For three, some threadbare fantasies. But it left a near-full moon and rolled out a red carpet to where I do not know. (1 Nov. 2009)