let the Season begin!

one of the weird things about south Florida is that, instead of four climatological seasons, it has a single demographic Season. this time of year the roads begin to fill with blue-haired women, Canadians, and what i imagine to be rejects from the cast of Jersey Shore.

this is not one of the blue-haired women.

but this is beside the point.

the point is that Season also ostensibly marks the start of my work year, as geriatrics and snow birds slowly fill the theatres and performance venues in every beach town from Vero to Dania. as a result i'm working most every night for the next two weeks, and the next two weeks, and the week after that, and this doesn't bode well either for the health of this blog or the health of my mind.

only one of these is beside the point.

in spite of this i plan to push onward and take advantage of those little gaps of time that inevitably pop up between the chorus lines and Chinese acrobats and state college jazz bands making old jazz standards sound positively ancient. fortunately past (would-be) winters have been productive for me, and i hope to begin posting some older work, revisioned and reinterpreted, as time (and numerology) allow.

mea culpa in place, let the Season begin...

untitled (3 years + 1 day ago)

all butter, no

f

l i e

s

goji berries and tired

afraid of being

b
o r e
d

and awkward.

(i imagined:

"can i read it?"

she asked.

"no."

"why?"

"i'll read it to you when

i'm not in love with you."