It’s six am and you were there Wrapped up in last night’s mess Leftover from years of this & that. I came home to pick up the pieces Following trails of overturned chairs Broken glass and a tv on the floor It’s not worth replacing (They sigh) Donning silver bracelets & disappearing into the morning... Continue Reading →
On. Off. All worked up over a spark, just one flip of a switch; turning senses into sensors, & feeling our way through.
It’s full of hope, potential, and promise Capturing imagination by performing feats of calculations & holding that piece of data just long enough to field requests endless clicks and tips and tricks just to get the damn thing to register each piece a struggle each connection empowering it never stops
Clearly visible on this crisp day Freshly fallen snowpack, a shopping bag, three tomatoes Panic, wide-eyed, sneakers pounding pavement Silence, then whip-crack breaking boundaries This is not normal
It’s not the thing, but what I name that-which-I-don’t-know-the-name of Making for interesting conversations Pointing to a stack of boards Saying I need the bell grande and that nacho while you’re at it I know what I’m after, And more often than not So does everyone else.