i’m back at work and feel like i’m floating through space. i’m not exactly sure what i should be doing, being out a week does that to you. people keep coming up and offering me…
Date Archives September 2003
they is, they is, they is
1. i started my new class tonight. being around a group of people and not having a single one of them crying was refreshing. 2. there’s a jody, a jodie and, of course, a jodi…
laid to rest
grammu’s back next to cub, where she belongs. it was, well, it was and now it’s over. i can’t remember the last time i’ve been this exhausted. perhaps when alan died. there’s so much still…
i am not the poet you dreamed to be
it’s done. i wrote the poem. grief and fear have pushed be towards cliche and hyperbole. it’s not my best work, but i am not a poet. i’m not even sure she’ll read it, but…
his heart is broken
they think my uncle george had a heart attack. he’s in the hospital now, they’ll know more tomorrow. my mom’s a wreck, afraid she’ll lose her oldest brother on the heels of her mother. i…
new westerberg
can you feel me tremble? there’s a new westerberg track available. WAHOO!