walking down the altar with fear clenched near; sifting through the reframe
Rough day? Rough week? Terrible month. A year that leapt too far? Lay your head down. Realize that pillow is still soaked with blood, sweat, tears from the night before. Hence, the moldypillow. This blog is about that struggle.
And everything that follows.
- Oct 24, 2021
- 2 min
bestow me with your hue... anything but black for darkness is familiar
- Jul 5, 2021
- 2 min
trodden to become three dimensional with multiple loci unless you change the rug
- Apr 10, 2021
- 2 min
child of noise neutered for lustful seconds
- Mar 18, 2021
- 2 min
sideline hyphenated by gorillas without their bananas
- Sep 15, 2020
- 3 min
malt vinegar brews even the dimmest bulbs
- Jun 25, 2020
- 8 min
pirouette redundancy breaks monotone
- May 27, 2020
- 4 min
nagasaki in the night time
- Jan 7, 2020
- 3 min
make denim cry & face turns blue
- Aug 31, 2019
- 8 min
more cake, they shouted.
- Apr 5, 2019
- 4 min
fall back into space and listen between the lines, the ripples
- Nov 26, 2018
- 5 min
groom your toast and discard the corners
- Apr 19, 2018
- 4 min
peter piper picked a disappointment last tuesday