Tomorrow, A Math Exam Will Meet Its Doom

I love placing commas in titles.

If for any wild (or mundane) reason you follow my blog at a regular pace, you have possibly noticed this.

Commas are breathing, and if words carry the weight of the world than commas are the life-force that allow them to do so. You can't carry all that and not supply your muscle tissue with oxygen! You'll atrophy, or something like that.

I, was never one, for biology.

Daily Exercise In Gratitude

Thank you Friend in the front seat of my car
How to explain the ways I see you;
You compel me to speak things straight and to unwend
The twine of intent/action curling in my brain
I left my glass to you, the Woman Soldier.

Thank you Friend by the living room book shelf
You let me speak and you let me listen-
To real things in the smallest hours of the morning
And frankly, I hadn't had a conversation like that
for a while. I'd say we shared the lightning on our shoulders.



I am awake because I am happy in this moment. I am happy in this moment because i am Awake.