Her makeup and her hair don’t match. The hair is thin, and graying through the artificial coloring. Her hairline is receding, from age and stress, from the cumulative days she’s spent scraping it back, ripping the follicles from the scalp one by one. Today she’s pressed it back with a band, opening the curtains on […]
Sometimes I think I’m too late to turn things around.
Writing is itchy.
I admit it’s a test, but let me defend myself. Actions don’t speak louder than words because actions don’t speak. They must be watched, carefully, and far before that happens people usually have heard what they want to hear. _ “Not a mistake.” I see her frame trembling, clenched hands and tense brow, but her […]
Reality was pretty damn loud this week.
The creative process begins the moment I silence reality.
I don’t like talking about myself. If I tell people who I am, I am far more likely to be misunderstood than if I just show them. _ She could have told me yesterday. She should have told me three weeks ago, or on any one of the chilled January walks, warmed by good conversation […]