Next, click next, click next. Persistence, patience, motivation, All are found wanting. Instead, despair. The clicks; too many. I am not generous. My finger lingers but hovers silently, The key left un-pressed. Possibilities squandered. Hopes dashed. No click. No next. If only it had been quicker. One less page, one less repetition, one less demand,… Read More Muddy Mystery
The Wine, It Fades The lost volume invites pain (or, fuck, I’ve run out of wine). White, red, perhaps rosé, no matter. Still, my gaze, it rests. I see the void. I search, but no more. Nevermore? The bottle held aloft, the final drop it teases so, like a dance in the night on the… Read More The Wine, It Fades.