Casual Bird Watching;The Perfect Vicarious Escape.
It was a dark and stormy night, so I decided to take my kids to the beach. Actually, it was an absolutely gorgeous, late spring day. Unfortunately, we had spent the day working, schooling and had missed most of the day’s beauty.
Raspberry Sangria Pasta.
At seven years old, I awoke to find my bed on soft earth below the house on stilts where I lived with my father. It was the best sleep I’ve ever had. Slightly dazed, I had looked to see a large hole on the floor of my bedroom.
She said ain't nobody got time for that Chile it's summer lay them burdens down Existential thought poured into life’s vat
Brooklyn. (June, 1959)
Streets are closed, some silent, others sonic; Start a ghost town; I’ll gladly strike that cord; Empty city how oxymoronic;
The Spectrum of Mom.
Green skinned plantains turning yellow in a black cast iron pot; Shared red blood flowing through our green veins. Synchronized heart beats as we walk,
Well, I'm up, mom, and for what? Another day on this planet where nothing changes and everything changes all at once.l? I could've had a freakin’ V8.
The Red Flags In Every Relationship.
Hey, it's me Red Flags. I know you want to ignore me. To pretend you never knew me. Remember when he? Remember when she?
The long night bled into the morning, and I awoke with the sun high in the sky. It was nice to sleep late; I'd spent most of the last night with the stars and a blood-red moon. I rolled out of bed, and my feet cooled against the polished concrete.