february window
Last morning waking up downstairs. Moving bed back upstairs today. Sleeping down here, sheetless, for more than a month. It’s my dad’s birthday. He died in 2011. He would have been 88. I like...
Last morning waking up downstairs. Moving bed back upstairs today. Sleeping down here, sheetless, for more than a month. It’s my dad’s birthday. He died in 2011. He would have been 88. I like...
I loved it actually (riding Citibike). Especially when I was able to BE IN MY SEAT and ride with the most comfortable pace and posture for me. Which is a bit sedate, not straining,...
A body prompt that holds authority in my mind. Awareness of slumping, awareness of collapse of rib cage. Awareness of folding shoulders from the cold or hesitancy or feeling threatened or simply habit. A...
I consider myself lucky to be reaching into spaces I never thought would or should be accessed. Example, underneath the bedroom floors. A stash of bobby pins, marbles, pennies. One cheap earring, resinous, made...
Mushrooms are very fun to paint. Hectic day at work, five minutes for art practice and time for dinner. I compose a still life before they’re chopped, grab the brush pen, sketch some wonky...
Beginning on my 60th birthday 60 words a day, making note of anything. All kinds of strangeness. A map made by time and transit. A fleeting daily chirp from gravitational waves caused by collisions:...
Enjoyed the big blizzard on Saturday. Sketched a snow mound on Sunday morning.
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