When the Evening is Spread Out Across the Sky

Santa Cruz Boardwalk, Santa Cruz, CA Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare eat a peach?I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.I do not think that they will sing to me.T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock Shot onContinueContinue reading “When the Evening is Spread Out Across the Sky”

Twas the Night Before Vacation

Out of office is set. Flights are confirmed. Packing list is scrawled on a single pink post-it. Pre-travel tasks to be done are written on another, equally pink one. All that’s left to do is fill the carry-on with two days of clothes and toiletries, and force myself to wake up to the alarm (whichContinueContinue reading “Twas the Night Before Vacation”

NoNaNoWriMo

Dingle, Ireland (2013) November is often a time for avoiding social obligations. For hibernating from the outside world and putting a permanent glutes-shaped dent into the comfy couch. For late coffee runs and an excess of hair falling into the drain. Because November is National Novel Writing Month. Or to those “in the industry”, simplyContinueContinue reading “NoNaNoWriMo”