“And I don’t really have an answer for you because somewhere along the way I stopped drawing. Why? Because I somehow manage to convince myself that if I’m doing something I love it must be a waste of time. That’s fucked up.” Jenny Lawson I read this heart stopping quote…

This piece is up on Substack and I hope you join me there.

Feel free to join me over at my blog/newsletter to read and chat about bad dreams! A fun way to start your Thursday!

I’ve posted at Medium for a long time (on and off). I’m going to be over at Substack for the next…well, for a while I suppose. I’ll leave…

Published in the 90's Engine revs at the stoplight Fearful the cold wind with suck out its power. Wizened leaves race or run or chase Performing gymnastic death throes The night is wet and cold The first storm of the season And I drive. To just keep moving, to meet…

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This boy is covered in shades of dirt and sweetly sweated grime, carrying a tiny slug on his index finger before tucking it into his shirt pocket for safe keeping. This boy wraps a bag of flour in a blanket and fiercely defends his baby against smaller hands, he crys…

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Children tonight, teeth scrubbed and faces washed, asked me to sing to them as they drifted, and so I did. Songs about sunshine and about pineapples and about the land…