Day 103 – Time to Be

I don’t notice the mountains anymore
though they’re right in front of me-

driving to work straight facing a miracle of nature.

I hear sounds but I don’t care
where they’re coming from,
I have time off but I don’t feel
much relaxed.

There are Christmas flowers, scarlet and white,
all dead in the window, still

and I wonder when it happened
that I stopped having time
to be.


Day 30 – A Pumpkin in the Spring

How easy it is to forget
in the age of Uber Eats and Amazon
that nature does not obey
the laws of man.

Be you rich or poor,
expedited shipping or not,
you still can’t get a pumpkin
in the spring.

Back From Atlanta!

The backstory, all you need to know, is that I live in Orlando, Florida and I hate it. I hate flat lands and I hate palm trees and I hate the constant heat and lack of snow and tourists and beach towns and so on. Also, I have an ever-present travel itch that has yet to be remedied. So for Spring Break I took a mini-vacation in Atlanta, Georgia- hopped a Greyhound bus in the middle of the night to spend three days with my good writer pal CJ, hiking and driving and wandering and eating awesome food (soul food pizza!) and writing and reading and chatting. I always like having friends with whom I can sit in a room and read an entire book in a few hours without saying a word, as well as explore new places and get into all kinds of trouble.

Atlanta is amazing- simply gorgeous. I feel bored in small towns and suffocated in big cities but Atlanta really is the best of both worlds. The Midtown and Downtown areas are a bustling metropolis of city life, while literally just around every corner are rows of Dogwood and Cherry Blossom trees, bubbling brooks, and city parks galore. There’s a hipster sector with bad-ass little cafes, bars, and coffee shops, as well as that grungy, dirty city feel, complete with tons of awesome graffiti.

I’ve never really felt at home anywhere, but if there’s any city at the tip-top of my “move here in the near future” list, it’s Atlanta.