the glitter jar
Maybe it’s just the feeling of being alive.
love hurts
I have to be willing to feel bad.
young woman peeling apples
The external world falls completely away, and nothing exists beyond the mind and hands.
the library in the cloud
I liked being in on the secret of the tunnels under the library.
library anxiety
I especially feel queasy among the stacks.
no escaping karma
I’m disappointed in myself all the same.
envy of a slug
Everything had gone on without my presence.
ordinary time
Eventually, I’m no longer waking in the dark.
the year in review
At some point, we get the degree or whatever.