Monday morning medusa
It’s been a while since I’ve blogged. Who came up with that term anyway? I often wonder who gets to name things. New activities, urban…
This Table Is Empty
This is my café. I own it. I own this café. Take your acceptable, effortless messiness, your pockmarked cheek charm, your presentable greasiness, and go. You’re ghosts.
Tongue To Tooth
The tongue gets used to a jagged tooth. Eventually. At first, it’s really painful. The tongue catches, then there’s a sting, and sometimes, blood even. This new wreck of a wild tooth keeps making itself known.
