Not to Toot My Own Horn But…

  I harp persistently in my past success to decrescendo the discordant pangs of my ritornello failures. I hearse and re-rehearse these dead notes held in immortal captivity on manuscripts made of pitted lies; the flattened pulp of grandiose recollections. But when this symphony is no longer sympathetic, I will tune into my divine muse […]

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Ars Nova

Sometimes I forget that I asked for these responsibilities. Sometimes I’m almost ungrateful to have so many gifts and so many doors before me. Sometimes I’m so short-sighted, so foolhardy that I ache for fewer paths, fewer talents, a simpler life. Then it hits me. That no one else could bear this, could hold this […]

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So Lately…

So lately my subconscious has been a mess. I can’t think straight and I’m convinced my dreams are coming to get me. I write them down in the mornings now. Pour over them like lecture notes sifting for pieces of congruity, hoping for a little insight. Close but no cigar. Some say dreams are your […]

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