Sink or Swim

The life of a creative is comical, cathartic, and chronically chaotic. Oftentimes, I wonder whether there’s a way out of this kind of life. No two days are the same. Mondays are always novel—there is something to look forward to after slow Sunday afternoons, and there is little dread in the trepidation of thinking aboutContinue reading “Sink or Swim”

Buck Full Moon

As I’m sat here in my flimsy foldable chair, Modestly under-dressed for a mildly chilly night, The moon clearly gleams and beams in the sky. Half of July has gone by, and yet, I am still thinking about last December; I witnessed the Geminids under a different full moon, And in a bout of personalContinue reading “Buck Full Moon”

Half Moon

As I cast my eyes on the sky, searching for that soft and familiar glow of the moon, I sighed a breath of relief. I fondly recalled feelings of marvel in my admiration of the stars. Like a small heartbeat of hope, my chest longed for the same physical nostalgia of dreaming about the future…Continue reading “Half Moon”