In bed, upon waking, windows still dark with night. In the kitchen, while grinding coffee beans from nearby Milwaukee roastery....
Depression takes Tisha B’Av as an invitation to tangle your brain waves into a tumbleweed of destruction. Depression is flirting with you under a red light, providing some anonymous sense of comfort but no real manoach.
Against the backdrop of constant death, it's silly we can't get along
Did I worry that the passing crowd of white-robed men outside my window could hear?
is there a loving home out there somewhere?or is it this very air I breathe?is there any quest at all,or just sinking deeper into the waters of peace? when will I stop trying to grow?to wake, to sleepto heal, to controlto let go where does all my love go in...
I went to a store today,gloved and masked,as is the current custom. Approaching another customerI smiled. Behind my maskA habitual...
