I’m hiking with Oscar and Pica—two dogs I sit for—up Emigration Canyon on a deserted trail I’ve never known. And surrounding us is rustling from bushes and in my latent hesitation, the thoughts start whistling. Is the sound large or small? advancing or fleeing? Will this be that mountain lion up the canyon they warned … Continue reading Rustling
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Pic 1: "Ladyfinger, dipped in Moonlight, writing ‘what for?’ across the morning sky.” May this day and all others see us into skies speaking songs to the calm of a gentle world. DD2 and I were talking the other day about the 27 Club. It started because she’d told me how much she liked the … Continue reading The Dead
The site title "Aimless" is a moniker I received from my AP Economics teacher Mr. Rosen at Aptos High School (CA) in front of a class of my peers--who didn't know me except as the shy, new girl whose face turned red when she had to speak—which hit an emotional target that's taken me over … Continue reading “About me”
I’m in my car, sweaty after a day of working hard, surrounded by a bunch of shit like a mobile hoarder—my windshield needing replacement so bad I’m about to ditch the whole circus on the side of the road—and it’s the night I start to reclaim my ankles from the bloat my unhealthy eating (due … Continue reading Sunset on an old self
