I'm still thinking about stories. Our stories. The stories we allow to be part of our lives. Fictional or non-fictional. I've begun a few poems. Not necessarily safe, warm, "fuzzy" poems. Stories that are not any one actual person's story, though they are made up of pieces of actual people's stories. Maybe this is my way of easing into a more shared version of my own story.
I'll try to post one or two tomorrow or Thurs.
I have an extra early day tomorrow. I'm delivering to Delaware again. [my Uncle's place]
So I'm hitting the road early.
enjoy the day,
live your story,