Monthly Archives: April 2015

I feel like I’m constantly watching my email: ah, I got one! oops, just spam… ugh. I have so many unread – precisely 2,782 – it changed to 2,783!! but still spam… delete. all I need are the ones I … Continue reading →

A concert without words, so thatwhen she opens her mouth I’ve almost forgotten how a voice sounds. To make music and life life and yet here I sit in the furthest seat from the stage, where he is: elevated, elegant. … Continue reading →

Oh to play the piano again, my fingers gliding over the keys, black and white. Each has a different part to play; a word to fit in the sentence. Piano isn’t something you learn, it’s something you feel…There is no … Continue reading →

One movement down, how many more to go? Who knows how to count anymore? I can still remember: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. I can count all the stars in the sky, the blades of grass in my lawn, and … Continue reading →

i am my own pinball machine; why buy the game when the inside of my head can feel the pain?

decisions, decisions, decisions. they rattle about in my head, plaguing my every thought, persuading me this way and arguing that. they know my next move, my next beginning and next end, but one day they won’t see me coming, and … Continue reading →

There really is nothing better than finishing a paper – and by finishing, I mean writing the certain number of pages required and not editing yet. So by finishing, I actually mean, it’s not finished, it just feels great to … Continue reading →