What is going on around here? Worlds are flying apart at atomic speeds.
Fisticuffs at a friend's workplace. Health worries and silence and seismic news.
I've run into six former amours this past week.
One was such a regret that I immediately deleted his message.
Another passed by me on a sidewalk, arm-in-arm with a girl. We smiled hello.
One invited me to a party. Another propositioned me.
The last two asked after my well-being, with uncharacteristic good manners.
And I--well I forge ahead, and if not ahead, I forge on, still confused and sometimes lonely and sometimes not but mostly with hope, that I can be good or good enough and connected.
Tonight's soundtrack: fresh beats by DJ Limerence
There's a shadow constantly hovering at my shoulder. For all my gallivanting into the social whirl, nevermind the positive social media...
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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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