32 years ago, during my first attempt at college, I was unable to focus on a teacher's lecture.. As soon as they started talking, it was like a switch turned on in my brain and my imagination took off.. The teacher's voice was nothing more than white noise. If I took notes at all - … Continue reading Fast and Slow
People who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones I've always struggled with that aphorism. Is the glass-house owner throwing the stone from inside their house or outside? I mean, are they throwing the stone at someone else's glass house or is it more metaphorical than that? The stone is an insult or a judgement.The … Continue reading Don’t Throw Stones
I watched a body dance across a stage. Beautiful! Full of beauty, the embodiment of grace, with a dash of pixie dust (to account for the floating) The dancer can not be described with the limited binary of male or female - they'd modified their body to remove such labeling distinctions. Distractions. Peter Pan - … Continue reading The body beautiful
Ageism is 'stereotyping and/or discrimination against individuals or groups on the bases of their age' according to Wikipedia. Most of what you read about ageism is concerning seniors But my problem is stereotyping and being disrespectful of the 19 year-olds in my college classes. The worst part: no one is really bothered by it, not … Continue reading Kids these days
Fall isn't even over and I am already thinking of spring.
What makes a story?
The path ends at the beginning
How can I learn to sleep right?
The cold is in my nose. I can no longer use it to breathe. I open my mouth and the cold pours in. It hits the back of my throat, it penetrates my trachea, and explodes into my brain. I stop, frozen, mid-stride, mid-sidewalk. At first, people flow around me, only cursing the blockage. Soon, … Continue reading Frozen breath
On the last day of the year, I dreamed of heat. The melting asphalt was soft under my shoes, like walking on an air mattress or a balloon. Something poppable. The thought pricked my brain and I sank, slowly, inch by inch into the black sticky sludge. Too slow. Fear turned to boredom while every … Continue reading Years that start on Mondays