escapism “build a better mousetrap” they say and my mind goes to mice and little tiny feet
In silence I have a belly full of stones that are words heavy down in my gut two dozen or more “I’m sorry” pebbles a broken fragment of “that could have been me” a handful of weighty “yes” and “no” and “I am too” jostled next to jagged edges of “I wish” though acid and time inside have removed the… Read more »
It seemed like it might be a good idea to have a little place where folks can interact with me semi-directly, find links to my writing, and generally see what I’m getting up to. This is that. Tada!