What Is There To Say?
I admit to ostriching a bit for the last few months. I admit that it took almost three months to come back around to finding a voice and becoming slightly…
Love (and Poetry) in the Time of Covid
I live in North Carolina, where a state-wide shelter-in-place order for the month of April started yesterday. (Can we talk about that phrase, by the way? Every time someone uses…
Notes from an Asthmatic with Anxiety during a Coronavirus Outbreak
My sweetie, she doesn’t always get my sense of humor. Or she does, but judges it at times either worthy of a groan or the evil eye. Lately, it’s been…
How to Spatchcock a Turkey
Step One: Argue with your wife about how this was her idea in the first place and you are absolutely not going to agree to Spatchcock the turkey on Thanksgiving’s…
Picasso, Genius, and Other Misconceptions
There’s a new show on Hulu called Genius. The first season followed Einstein’s life, and the second is following Picasso’s, following a format where each episode switches back and forth…
Zebras, Nails and Other Overcomplications
My sweetie said something to me recently. “When you see a four legged animal, see a horse, not a zebra.” And, if this were in regards to art, or imagination,…
Poetics Online and Indulging One’s Passions
By trade, I am a web developer and graphic designer, in addition to an illustrator. But my first love, now and always, is poetry and writing. And because of my…
Spilt Milk Blues
I wrote this a few years ago (ok, more than a few…), and came across it recently, and it made me laugh out loud (which my work usually does not…
Unplugging
Sanity Ritual: Journaling
The brain is a funny thing. Everyone, as far as I’ve noticed, has their sanity rituals. Things they do, whether they’re aware of it or not, that keep centered. Keep…
Ramblings of a Runaway Mind
