NaPoWriMo. On This Day. (Prosery. 8 April, 2014)

This life? This blustery calm circus of vibrant color and deepest freewheeling emotion? This wild Bossa Nova in 3-6-5 tempos of random kindness and distempered change punctuated by groaner punchlines whose menus never serve the same fare twice? This life where invisible wisdoms and sweeping awkward gestures of sweetest affection hold our hearts in most … Continue reading NaPoWriMo. On This Day. (Prosery. 8 April, 2014)

NaPoWriMo. #2. (Poem)

You and I have grown past love the way a child grows past a sweater  or wears down the heels of rainy season rubber boots You and I have fished for love  the way a 'coon paws murky ponds, half in/half out in shameless hunkered stupor  grasping at anything -anyone- to fill the void and … Continue reading NaPoWriMo. #2. (Poem)