grrr...

i haven't really written in weeks, there are storms bearing east, and my emergency preparedness consists primarily of wasabi almonds.

my caffeine intake has regressed from sacramental to habitual.

one cup (every morning) iced.
one cup every morning (iced).
(one cup) every morning iced.

these are the little games i play when i'm sick of the waiting for the words to come out. i channel Martha Graham and dream of Iceland. i watch each night the rise and fall of expectation, wondering when this pause will birth my next breath.

the shutters are up now, and i'm reminded of butterflies and coffins.