Endless Poetry

Poetry’s a hard nut to crack. I grew up with a father who could recite dozens of poems by heart in Russian. There are couplets lodged in my head ever since. They’re in deep and will autoplay without prompting at sometimes inappropriate times. I’m not complaining. If you’re going to have an earworm, it mayContinue reading “Endless Poetry”

The Hang

I wake up way too early. It’s often that way when the next day is full of things to do. It’s not anxiety so much as anticipation. I’m not a planner so there’s no joy or fulfillment in working out details of a thing that’s about to happen in my mind. I want to getContinue reading “The Hang”