life – Skeleton At The Feast

Top Shelves Are Easy, It’s Conclusions I Can’t Reach

The title says it all.

Today tides welled on the sidewalk.

Today I held a dragon.

This morning I had a conversation with my past self. She said she was disappointed, and I said, “That’s fine.”

This morning I sit on the balcony and lose track of time. If I’m not careful, I lose a whole year.

The coffee is kept in the pickle jar; that’s all you must recall.

“My dear, I can’t stay – you have a disease, I’m afraid…”

What sort of tool do you craft out of nothing?

My roommates have developed a catch phrase – or perhaps the beginnings of a new vernacular; it is hard to tell.

You hold the gift of “do no harm”…