What Cannot Be Controlled

“I’m the vice president of panic, and the president is missing.” – Paige Lewis My right eye is filling up with water As soon as it meets the morning light. I am afraid to look at today’s news. I wonder which version of events are worth clinging to. I want to remember this moment likeContinue reading “What Cannot Be Controlled”

Central Park, Deck 8

The one place I can find peace and quiet. Central Park, Deck 8. Above me, chaos ensues. Children screaming, parents yelling. The beauty of being on a large boat. I sit under the shade of a cabana With a Starbucks and a book. I try to write but I can’t think of anything. Too muchContinue reading “Central Park, Deck 8”