“…starting right now, do art and do it for the rest of your lives.”

a lilac picked before its time

I can’t even write.

“…it is those whispers between friends that wing our lonely labors with the sense of sympathy and kinship.”

It took me years to learn how to speak.

The little bits of accelerant they favor.

He was wrong. Definitely wrong.

“I can work with this.”

I recommend the artwork and writing of Carol Jenkins.

You put the scored lemon in your little bartender’s box.

“Next thing I knew I was having what they call a ‘yard sale’ fall.”

…listening for the faint, hollow creaking of springs.

You think this song is a good one?

A passport and guide to your deepest interior

Storytelling at its most succinct

Forcing inspiration…

“you are more like a flower”

I’m beginning to think maybe this Walmart doesn’t carry it.

…the different lives their jacket had led.

This being human…