A day of psychedelic fever, a night of cold sweats, a day of peace, a night of explosive diarrhea, a transformation of green ass goo reappearing as green lung goo.  This morning I woke up with the bed soaked again and all the windows fogged.  The sheets still haven’t been washed.  I feel like a […]

…because once in progress, a life requires destruction to make room for new creation.  Creativity doesn’t start in the spring, with new growth, fresh and optimistic.  It starts in the fall, holding onto only what can survive the winter, letting everything else wither, die, and be cleared away then resting and healing through the cold […]

December 4, 2017   Beautiful, incredible M, I have owed you an updated letter.  And while the original intent was to enrich the continually growing story of the impact you’ve had on my life (which only deepens with each chapter), with this letter I have something different, but equally loving to say. I know you […]