The Gypsy Wagon

This will be a process

5 am and I've finally grown tired of the pixelated black grey of a hotel ceiling. I move to the shower for a change of scenery and on the promise I've attached to a spike in body temperature. I re...

Last Night

Two Advil pm and 3 ounces of bullet rye later it occurs to me I have something to say. To the wall, to myself, to anyone who will listen. I enjoy operating in this space, late at night when the que...