Pieces fell into place this week. Fragments of knowledge coalesced. Bits snapped together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Worries became reality. A hunch played out. And I flexed, without injury.
Suspect connections frayed; a breakup, which I had long expected, became more imminent.
One burgeoning friendship faded; others blossomed.
A faithful companion moved households.
I surfed, I coasted, I rope-a-doped and bounced back ready to swing again.
This may be obtuse and if it is, I apologize.
Take the stairs--two at at time!--stay loose, be open, embrace confusion, be ready.
Voicelessness and despair aside--snarky I know--it's been an insanely busy week. Last Thursday I had the pleasure of ushering with a g...
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Check out my new video, a brief reading from a story published this past spring in Opossum.
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