You are not a dollar sign. Am I?
Tag Archives: tuesday
Old Wound
Not as sweet as anti freeze
Tuesday Truth
The worst day in its own best way
Old Mattress
How do you improve sleep when you’re not even conscious to do it?
First Day Back
Where is this longing going?
Playwright or Wrong
Art is an abstraction of identity, but alive nonetheless
Conditions
Working to work again
Make the Change
What a privileged necessity it is to be able to choose to do better instead of simply always trying for more
Well Rounded
Wax and wicks and wonders galore
Bits & Pieces
Writing and then knowing someone will read it fills me with such an exquisite fear
Tenuous Bonds
Dreaming unconsciously is not my can of lucid worms
On the Heels of Monday
Tuesday’s are as the second weekday does
MIL
Nothing funny about hurting the ones you supposedly love
Breaking the Streak
What a shame it is to let yourself down. But a blessing to be able to pick yourself back up
Eye Zit Down
The alternate title was Infected Oil Duct but I liked this one more.
Spores
Softly blown about by infinite entropic breezes
Last School Days
Let’s get moving!
Write Yourself
Letting the snake eat and write about itself
Honey Crisp
O, honey crisp apple, how do you hold such potential in every little seed?
Loud Rain
The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside
Ed Boy 