there are things too great to write about  like all abstract terms   that aren’t simultaneously verbs  such as love. such writings, if composed in spite of being doomed all along, mostly feel as though they’ve gone astray from their origin fountain and landed clumsily in crowded fields of naïveté and kitsch. but there’s one among them that deserves all […]

friday night out

they were sipping coffee, later that night, in the windows of a corner café and it felt like the corner of a large, vibrant, magnetic city. it was just the two, recounting the week of patients and losses and bettering measures of participants trying rhetoric and facilitation and leadership. and as they biked home across […]

on the road

packing up, saying goodbye, boarding and waving, it’s all part of the promise of a traveling job. right now, my inner nomad embraces these weekly trips, those spinning wheels, arrivals, new faces and uncertainties. and aside from the perpetual professional thrill of new settings, contents, clients, it’s that glass of wine in an unfamiliar place, […]


and in that first spring breeze not yet warm yet no longer winterly and plenty cheeky for sure, they will turn up the radio down by the riverside to play those long lost tunes and twirl and swivel until night finally falls. the promenade so far and wide with its old untameable cobble stone and rusty, […]


as i am lying under black March skies and a noisy roof and heavy rain pouring down in the night, he is out there, bowing down, to those in pain and need of help of sorts. he’ll be there all night, wide awake for even those who sometimes are just so impolite to others, shamelessly, […]