BACK AT IT

HERE WE GO BABY (trumpets blare, confetti litters the air) /// On the brink of temporal liminalism once again.

Some Kind of Lesson: Regret

Sam woke up to the sound of mourning doves cooing. He looked over to the alarm clock, his thick glasses distorting the bright red digits that told the time. 6:32 am. He panicked, realizing that he had forgotten to set his alarm, and he moved quickly to slap on the radio. “… and that’s all […]

Some Kind of Lesson: Forgiveness

Sam forgot to close the window before he fell asleep reading a magazine about Alzheimers, so he woke up at 3:30am to a cool breeze and a whisper from the curtains. He was warm under his sheets, though, so he smiled and let the wind carry him back to sleep as the breeze rolled across […]

Some Kind of Lesson: Intro

Samuel doesn’t like to wake up early, but recently there hasn’t been much else to look forward to. Twin sized beds feel larger when you’re alone, and as his old hand reached across the prairie of linen to his nightstand, he nearly returned to sleep. His alarm was relentless, though, and persisted with its yelling. After […]

3:00pm Panic

~ whimsy ~

Carry On, Please

Stuck out there in the Somewheres.

What Do You Do, Exactly?

Analogous Thought: Falling is to orbiting as choking is to gargling.

Oreos on the Interstate

My internal clock is synced to the rhythm at which a mourning dove coos.

Bone Broth on my Glasses

Real hipsters make holograms by hand.

Once or Twice a Week

That’s what happens when you wear pants: things tend to happen.