not-quite Journaling, 26
Coffee is a ritual dance that seduces the senses—nose kissed by scent, ears serenaded by pouring song, tongue caressed and bathed by bittersweet heat, and the eyes… eyes feast on coffee’s alluring darkness, and on the sight of the perfect coffee cup.
gloom and chill fill
skies and flesh and bones,
I rejoice in all the warmth
a sunny memory can hold.
(as the year ate its own tail),
bathed in ancient moonlit song
and freshly crafted possibilities.
Now, I say goodbye
to 2021 with a
prospective to-do list
of sight, out of mind isn’t a realistic treatment for OCD; it is time
for some ERP (even if just thinking about it makes
me want to peel off my skin and scrub my bones with bleach).
recipes to help my stony gallbladder,
fatty liver, and crappy digestive system.
(at least) one short story and a few poems for publication.
of papers that keep moving around
the bedroom needs
Organize writing and picture files (without screaming
too much at the
Listen to music.
10. Take a moment (or 3) to seriously reconsider
returning to Facebook, eventually…
11. Attack the graphic novels pile.
12. Try some of Atlas Obscura’s hidden, and unusual things to do in the Bronx.
13. Dance more bachata, merengue, and reggaeton—because “it is
a truth universally acknowledged, that a wild woman in possession
of [(slightly inflamed) feet,
knees, and hips] must be in want of” some delight-filled
Latin American and Caribbean dancing.