ANOTHER DAY

The smooth flagstone tile sidewalks of Buenos Aires are a serious hip-breaking threat when it rains.  They turn snot-slick and if your shoes have little traction, you might as well be practicing your triple lutzes, because you are for all intents and purposes skating.  Recently, I wore my flip flops to take my nieces to school.  . . . → Read More: The side “walks” of buenos aires

i feel like i’m meant for something.
What a line!!
We’re all meant for something; that’s undeniable.
Some of us are meant for the grave.
Some for hell
Some for nirvana
Some fore purgatory
Some for limbo
Some for heaven
Some for B&Bs
Some of us are meant for mundanity
Some of us for greatness
Some of us for spelling championships
Some of us for quiet desperation
Some of us . . . → Read More: a sudden list

…beer, wine, and fernet coursing through my veins…not enough water..everything hums.   Bars, steaks, good wine, excellent conversation, more bars, more drinks, more bars, more drinks, more music, more drinks, more sound, more music, more drinks, more dancing, more people, more drinks more sound, more dancing, more…more what…more standing in a world i’ve left behind, more what?   . . . → Read More: latetime