Friday the 13th. I'm sore. My right leg is heavy. I raise it like it is not really a part of my body. I swing it... Read More

I became conscious before four. I think. It was dead silent. The air was still. Absolute blackness. Warm... Read More

May rains have been memorable. Cold. 43 outside. 62 in. It is pouring. That started around noon... Read More

The train whooshes in and pushes air into the station in front of it. My hair flutters into my eyes on the... Read More

I just don't want to get sick far away from home. But yesterday, I stood and worked hard for ten hours... Read More

The dark forest is filled with birdsong. It is almost as if they are calling up the sun, though that will not... Read More