The 2020 Playlist

~ In the first week of January 2020, I quit my job.

The Ocelot

The ocelot skulks in the cold.

{Don the cloak of the intergalactic ninja, Zen, and fight against Earth’s ecological apocalypse.}

Olly reached out to touch the heart carved into the trunk, toward a pair of initials she did not recognize but was nevertheless intrigued by.

~ my {meandering, repetitive} riffs on religion, faith, God.

I am walking through the mist. Everywhere around me it blurs and calms, distorts, invites.

~ short essay on the film Dead Poets Society (1989) and its most imperative message.

~ my David Bowie playlist.

Mimi looked in the mirror; everything was wrong.

~ my long, twisting stream-of-consciousness upon politics.