Soliloquy

The nuvo jazz notes were singing to a part of my soul I liked to pretend were a virus I got addicted to milking, like an ancient music app that still has malware code. It felt good to recognize the bard crooning as the saxophones wailed like angry dolphins mating, and if that image doesn’t … Continue reading Soliloquy

Reflections 001

Some of these little gems are truly quite awful. I mean that in an artistic sense. But the nice thing about arriving at the bottom is, you can stop, turn around, and look back up the hole. That’s the part that most of us dread, because we’re all warned from childhood that we will be … Continue reading Reflections 001