Moving is as moving does
Tag Archives: february
Letting the snake eat and write about itself
Before the Sun
When the day is still an idea and not a reality
Waste not want not is not the corporate slogan
I’ll never stop trying to never forgive myself for taking even one moment from my daughter for myself
Fuck I’m late again sorry shit
Late is a flat circle
Late is subjective
O, honey crisp apple, how do you hold such potential in every little seed?
of course your bullshit superhero movie has to have gratuitous violence. Of Course!!
2/29/20 Fucking stupid leap day. Bullshit. I’m tempted to just write “fuck off” for today’s diary log. Life is needlessly complex. I’m not the good guy, but I’m not the bad guy, either. Why do I feel so strongly?
2/28/20 When or why is the right time to make a blog post? Fuck me & my brain I called writing in my diary a blog post. Sure, the outcome is going on an internet diary, which is just a bastardized way of saying blog. It’s all semantics. Is a diary for recounting or reflecting?Continue reading “.38”
2/27/20 Meh. Just gotta write 250 words then type the shit, take a picture, & try to get it up in time for people to see it. And here’s the secret: (this is late). I try my hardest but everything goes to quickly sometimes. Will it always be like this, or has it always beenContinue reading “Consume”
2/26/20 Oh how diseases grow like humans: slightly, then all at once, then in the weirdest places, then, just as it starts to feel permanent, it vanishes. We are the bacteria striving to succeed; working to reproduce and & leave a legacy loathing with growth, loss, death, life. Where do we go? How do weContinue reading “Hives”
Hand, Foot, & Mouth Disease
2/25/20 I left work early today. Marie skipped her first class to take Amelia to the doctor’s. Our plan was to meet at home before her 1:30pm class. I left work around 12:20 & by the time I got home Marie was given a note excusing her from the rest of her classes this week.Continue reading “Hand, Foot, & Mouth Disease”
2/24/20 If today wasn’t a day then I don’t know what is. Work came & passed. I got done what I could, took a small walk, and had a long lunch. Marie & I went to a Salvadorian restaurant for pupusas, but it was cash only. Both our cars needed oil so we put someContinue reading “Bean Juice”
2/23/20 My back is sore from running, my body tingles with the last bits of my weekend, and Marie just turned on the space heater. “Can you do me a favor,” I ask her. “Hmm?” she asks, poking up. “Can you please get me a tums,” I ask, feeling the deep, acrid shudder that tellsContinue reading “Bastion”
Seven Billion 24’s
2/22/20 Where do I begin today? How do you pick a moment of recollect from a full 24 hours? If you took one 24 hour chunk from everyone in the world you’d have over 7 billion days, experiences, instances just gone. Think of what we could get done with 7 billion 24s working as one.Continue reading “Seven Billion 24’s”
2/21/20 I almost didn’t write in my diary today. Not that I wanted to ignore it, but in reality it’s the morning after yesterday and I’m writing this at the kitchen counter cooking French toast.
Kind of Consistent
2/20/20 I started keeping a daily diary over a month ago—about one month, one day. As assumed, my life is no more different. Of course, I am writing every day, and this is my first non-school-related literary project that I have stuck with so consistently. I have found flexibility in a daily diary; I canContinue reading “Kind of Consistent”