005. how do we fall apart

It’s easy to paint my writing career as a failure.

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004. of flames and good intentions

it’s the twelfth of november, the day after u.s. veteran’s day and the 100th anniversary of armistice day. Continue reading “004. of flames and good intentions”

002. bedridden bedlam

Sunday has become my blogging day, I guess.

Sunday has also become the day I am trapped in bed, the wear and tear of the previous week laying heavy on my joints, legs leaden and useless.

This week has brought the added joy of occasional, thus-unexplained vertigo, so even if my steps are sure and my body light, the world must tip and tilt to remind me that stability is a construct and unreliable…or something. Continue reading “002. bedridden bedlam”