How Soon Is Tomorrow

Tired eyed and stumbling. Speeding up time, the pattern is seen. Day, to day, to day. I miss the future. A decade ago, there was hope. Like all of my tomorrows were a treasure. Like time was my greatest resource. Like the presence of time itself meant I had all I needed to convene with …

A Better Future, a More Fragrant Past

Currently, I’m sitting with a full belly and a warm cup of coffee, laptop in my lap. I’m offline. Sitting with my back to the hill behind me, face to the small crowd here at this otherworldly coffee shop near Zilker Park. It’s a different crowd here. Different kind of people than I usually see …