a special kind of fall

Almost thirty 20something. Nomadic heart. Concrete feet. Bad dancer. Pithy. Aspirant extrovert.

I liked zombies before it was socially acceptable and most of what you will find here will be an amalgam of nonsensical bits and pieces that drip from my head and out through my fingers. It's the internet, after all, right?

Fiction, non fiction, with an occasional photograph and song demo mixed in.
sleight of mouth

This Morning by Raymond Carver 

disicio:

This morning was something. A little snow
lay on the ground. The sun floated in a clear
blue sky. The sea was blue, and blue-green,
as far as the eye could see.
Scarcely a ripple. Calm. I dressed and went
for a walk — determined not to return
until I took in what Nature had to offer.
I passed…

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