Bowling
I love learning, I hate being bad at something.
I love learning, I hate being bad at something.
“We live side-by-side with death.” And we are allowed to be afraid of it.
In another country and another time when I was only twenty-two, I somehow spoke this life into being.
It sounds like a ska band, but it was really just a dang good time.
Not every experience survives translation into meaning.
From the old dresses to the guitar for someone’s kid’s lessons, I was thrilled that my trash could be someone else’s treasure.
Mental calculations fly through my head, and I cannot imagine a scenario where you kiss me and don’t spill soup all over both of us.
I stood up, ripped my curtain open, and saw the source of the commotion: a blackbird. Fluttering his wings. Inside my house.
You’ll find some lawful bikers out there, but deep down they’re in it for the thrill.
How could something so inexplicably awful happen on a day like that?