The moon plumps up, bugs thicken. We watch the swallows by the lake flitter like bats in the morning. How blue the sky, clouds provide texture. You can look up there and pretend it’s a moving picture or maybe the… Read More ›
It is the best day ever! A Monday, full-on sun, and I’m not working yet. I smoked a five-pound pork shoulder on the bone and weeded, planted flowers, just poured a beer and it’s only 3.
We are all just trying to get by, living off trash and whatever we can.
They say the body is the outermost layer of the mind.
Like passing through the atmosphere and trying to see outside the plane, but it’s hard to make out anything below or know when we’re going to land.
We didn’t move to the beach for that, we moved there to postpone growing up for one more summer.
I went down into the quarry and my calves burned coming out.
Mondays are best for jazz.