I am perfectly broken
We are in pieces. Are we all not just a little bit (beautifully) shit?
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It all comes out in the rinse (of the draft)
Take that first draft and scrub. It’s where you’ll find the shine.
How do you write a song?
No, seriously. Inquiring minds want to know.
Cut. Putting the Wide in Wide Local Incision.
The one in which melanoma catches up with me.
How to gorge on your creative leftovers
It's messy, but that's the joy of picking over your creative work.
Have you seen my Masterpiece?
It's out there somewhere, right? Welcome to the hunt.
Forged on the Anvil of Change
Nostalgia is the weight that keeps on giving.
Grief is a gift. Don't pretend it isn't there.
Written upon the three year anniversary of my mother's passing.
Gimme now, later
Savor the flavor of now, in the later.
Pig. It tastes good.
Why do we care that people think we have good taste?
In Lists we Trust
I'm making a list. I'm checking it more than twice.
Get Lost to Get Found
Like that discarded shoe in the shoulder, we could all use a little time out.