Sometimes a poem doesn’t come. That is a fact of life. So you throw words at birds and hope they take flight. Advertisements
I like to write, dance, create arty stuff and learn as much as I can about all sorts of things. I am someone who wants to do more. I have a lot of interests and not enough time to pursue them. Mostly I'm trying to figure out how to navigate my way through this existence. Writing helps me to read the map.
I live in Bloomington, Indiana and work at Indiana University. I've been in Indiana for 13 years and I'm still surprised that I live here.
Trees bravely shed their leaves. What can my soul release? What things are good enough to keep?
Hey, you’re chewing gum wrong! Tie your shoes like this and get happy. Your orgasms could use a refresh. Don’t drink juice while looking at a bird, unless it’s a cockatiel, but only on Thursdays. Can’t get along with your boss? Blame your pants! Talk to your milk […]
Balance problems and difficulty walking are two of my most troublesome MS symptoms. Luckily, there are exercises I can do to reduce the impact these symptoms have on my everyday life. Even if you don’t have a neurological condition it’s a good idea to add balance training to […]
I have admired altered books for several years. I tried my hand at it once, but I didn’t get far due to lack of knowledge and skill. Last week I picked up the how-to book I bought umpteen years ago and learned that I don’t need a rocket […]
Life as a human is strange There are certain obligations Things we’re required to do What happens when we just don’t? What if we all just decided to stop? What if we turned around and walked in the other direction? We could turn our backs on what we […]
I’m thankful to be in the presence of such perfection.
Week 149 Boris Smokrovik. via Unsplash I see you looking fine in your flashy yellow suit. Let’s you and me fly down to the club and groove to some of that jazz they play down there. We’ll get drunk on a big-ass flower and get down to business.