excuses, inc.

That’s my alcoholic business.  When I’m working the program, there shouldn’t be excuses to drink, or reasons to slip or Continue reading →

ahead of myself.

It’s one of my greatest character defects.  I tend to come up with an idea, skip the middle part, and Continue reading →

for shame.

Shame sublets a basement apartment from my fear.  Shame is the perfect tenant:  quiet and unseen.  Hardly know it’s there.  Continue reading →

okay, starting NOW.

First Monday after the New Year, correct?  Today’s the day I’ll start the resolutions I made five days ago:  stop Continue reading →

clinging to static.

In my head. The more I want things to be a certain way, the more I wish for things to Continue reading →