What doesn't kill you makes you something
Wednesday, April 20, 2022
Friday, April 15, 2022
Tuesday, April 12, 2022
Saturday, February 19, 2022
Not bad.
“Life can’t be all bad when for ten dollars you can buy all the Beethoven sonatas and listen to them for ten years."
-William F. Buckley Jr.,Wednesday, February 9, 2022
Saturday, January 1, 2022
Friday, November 12, 2021
Friday, October 1, 2021
Sunday, March 28, 2021
Tuesday, February 9, 2021
Friday, January 1, 2021
Take a break
If it’s not broken, don’t fix it.
Even if it is broken, leave it alone, you’ll probably make it worse.
Even if it is broken, leave it alone, you’ll probably make it worse.
Friday, August 28, 2020
All you need is love
Perhaps not love itself but the knowledge that love is there.
Like new batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the hall closet
Like new batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the hall closet
Saturday, March 28, 2020
Reservations
You still hold a special place in my heart.
I keep this special place just for you, like a ‘Reserved’ sign on a quiet corner table in a restaurant.
I keep this special place just for you, like a ‘Reserved’ sign on a quiet corner table in a restaurant.
Sunday, March 1, 2020
Tiny Beautiful Things Gone
“The illusion of freedom will continue as long as it’s profitable to continue the illusion. At the point where the illusion becomes too expensive to maintain, they will just take down the scenery, they will pull back the curtains, they will move the tables and chairs out of the way and you will see the brick wall at the back of the theater.”
Sunday, February 9, 2020
Learning how to fly
I was advised that to make her fall in love, I had to make her laugh.
But every time she laughs, I’m the one who falls in love.
But every time she laughs, I’m the one who falls in love.
Wednesday, January 1, 2020
Days of future past
The days came along one after another,
and then four months were gone,
and everything was gone,
and I was gone.
and then four months were gone,
and everything was gone,
and I was gone.
Monday, November 4, 2019
Sunday, September 1, 2019
Thursday, August 29, 2019
Lullabies for Little Criminals
A bullet must have passed through your heart when you were very young, causing you to bleed out slowly, over things and lovers and every white surface that you had ever come across.
Thursday, August 15, 2019
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