Sunday morning, obviously 

Of every other day of the week, Sunday should really smell like bacon and coffee.  Really.  About a year ago, I let go of my frantic grasping of vegetarian eating with the startling realization that even adherence to that noble gastric discipline takes lives.  This morning I stand quietly in my kitchen peeling the wrapping […]

Shadows

Living like a shadow shifting, eyes closed in the passing of another’s light. Pushing off the notion before it breathes, that what you are is excellent. Caving to a swagger you think is better. Heading towards the exit before the show begins is somehow better than an aisle seat. Convincing to the world underneath. When […]