I am wandering with slight aim. I have a goal of going to Dallas, but beyond that, I am uncertain.…
Love & the Road: the Stuff of Nightmares?
I don’t dream with the frequency that I did before the divorce. Now and then I still have deeply symbolic…
Leaving Davis Mountains: Arriving at a New Piece of Self.
I chose to drive south from my sad little boondocking grounds and make the “U” to Fort Davis going south…
Boondocking in Texas: The Davis Mountains & Accepting Fate
Most trees in the Davis Mountains are stunted—low to the ground as if cowering from the sunlight. Mesquite, evergreen sumac,…
“I would come back home but home comes with me.” Houseless in America.
I’ve learned I will probably never want a house and all its things again. Brick and mortar, floors on joists…
Finding place(s). Finding self. Gettin’ around like the tramp that I am.
Everywhere you go, there you are. To that end— Meet Blanche: compact, good lookin’, and gets around. I grew up…
Buzzwords: Social Media and Validation
Edit: I wrote and published this on Oct. 2nd but left it password protected while I thought about it. The…
Daily Existential Angst Diary (I’ll let y’all do the acronym)
**TRIGGER WARNING** UNALIVE ATTEMPT DISCUSSED IN BRIEF. In October 2019, I attempted, feebly, to unalive* myself by trying to swim…
Capturing Eruptions: Examining Catharsis Again
My poetry was recently described by a friend as “[capturing] the moment feelings erupt.” That striking (and much appreciated) description…
Writing in a Mobile Age: A Dinosaur Learns a New Trick
I am fifty-seven. I grew up in a time of pencils, ballpoints, fountain pens, and typewriters. I have, in the…