The cost of happiness is not what you’d expect
See the ad online:
Holiday Sale. I’m out the door
as soon as I find my shoes…
Forgive me while I Run
It's morning
another chance
at a day
of peace
of truly me
of hope
of a glimpse into
that me that fully lives
internal mechanism of the otherwordly
the surreal is incurable–it might open
where i feel temporary
Fiction Filtered Through the Frontal Lobe
Every noun a neuron. Every adverb an adversary. Every metaphor a metaphysical reaction. It’s not poetic to admit but brain chemistry plays a bigger role in Art than many are willing to embrace.
