Monthly Archives: May 2006

Maybe it’s always been the coffee. If it’s perfect, I can write. I just brewed the last grounds as a single cup of espresso. Now I have the keyboard in my lap, it’s saturday morning and I’m trying to connect … Continue reading →

I want to write.

Maybe it’s not time to write. Maybe I only want to because it’s safe here. Oh how I want to cry. Not from great sadness. But Because it’s all built up in my limbs, crowded. What do I do here? … Continue reading →

All avoidance, some balance. I’m thinking things like…If I had a light lap top, I would spend time in odd places writing on this blog. I seem little pleased with the corner I sit in presently. Though happily listening to … Continue reading →