Everyday I oscillate between stupid, silly, sane I feel inadequate and grapple with the strain I put it on my calves and nose and knees and lips and then a laugh gets stirred and rises from my hips and then I feel real silly that I ever felt the way I did And silly alwaysContinue reading “(feeling) stupid silly sane”
Monthly Archives: August 2018
On autopilot in the August heat
To write a story so big it holds humanity in its arms would be a gift to the collective of its own doing- messengers carry the words we can’t articulate the nights we pretend we have nothing to say
A Word I Haven't Found Yet 