The seasons have changed. I’m adrift in a windstorm of current events and readying the garden for the planting of garlic. Planting is an act of faith.
I am not so sure I have faith. But I need garlic. Garlic is good.
Monthly Archives: October 2017
Nothing Can Keep Me
You should stop and smell the roses, but not cornflowers in a highway ditch because state troopers do not enjoy your comic stylings. Or mine.
Sting And Look Down
Seriously: no cars.
Part Of Your Crazy Love
My mother is in a hospital, where she is safer than if she were not. Every day is more horrifying than the last, for the last few weeks. I feel like bombs are going off in my life.
Poor Impulse Control 