“Hello,” I said. “I bet you weren’t expecting to find me here.” I wasn’t. Continue reading morning coffee // What I Saw at the Bottom
My lunch is gone. I didn’t eat it.
That window is oppressive. Continue reading morning coffee // The Light in the Window
It’s raining outside, I think. I can’t tell. Continue reading morning coffee // The Window
The oak leaf I pinned to my cubicle wall has begun to root–without soil, water, or sunlight. Continue reading Morning coffee, 8.22.17
Howdy folks. Writer here, stepping away from behind the curtain.
I’ve been thinking a lot about that word, irrecollections. Continue reading WItP // Musings on irrecollections.