the part of “doing” that most leads to having done a great job might just be focus (aka. not multitasking)
ah, the distinctive flavor of skeptical self-encouragement …
not quite self-doubting, but full of wonder:
not as in awe, but of curiosity:
not about things that exist, but the possibility of things that might.
the sky is gray,
with confidence i say,
portland is where i am today
Some mothers are incapable of honest criticism or anything short of always giving uplifting complements; their love gets in the way.
The blowy whirry spinny thing that tempers the temperature of the logic-loving extension of my Repetitively Strainedly Injured hands has been occasionally articulating it’s disdain for dust in growly grumbling groans. For forty dollars the DELLinator will deliver a refurbished replacement replete with repair-at-own-risk revelry. Proceed to Checkout, Complete Order, oh boy, best of luck, lucky me. My laptop awaits its new lungs.
Milton Bradley would make then badly and I am sadly nursing skin from where they slowly chafed and chapped the place between my toes the flats they smell a lot like trash and it’s a wonder flip-flops even work at all.
limited autonomy:
tanking talents,
melting muse,
forced focus,
draining duties.
so hopeful:
healthful hobbies,
hooked hombres,
inspiring influencers,
lasting love,
charming city.
Jazzing the Mundane
it’s good to have a way with things
a way that’s fresh
a way that springs
to life the lifeless melody
of everyday
of daily things
Dreams
for a time slacks and shirt.
without which, fired,
brokeness and hunger,
less barbecue/beer/burgers/indian (such diverse tastes!).
paused dreams pay the bills.
Five
no shower. for time shower now. shower time bed. bed head time. time knife kite. shower head kite sleep.
