(A poem on Death Valley National Park) Bitter the stalk, jagged cuts Sinking into marrowed flesh But optimists seek Caressing velvet, … More
Author: acatsong
Two poems
A life in transit She peers out the window Slow shutter speed on fast cars In the night — The … More
Day 72: January
Tue, 02/05/2019. My thoughts are an endless spring, though many days pass between the times I write. I don’t know … More
Day 55: “Real” beginnings
Fri 1/11/2019. I haven’t found myself so inclined to write these past few weeks, and I’m not particularly sure why. … More
2018 was…
Mon 12/31/2018. Times fly, and I haven’t been as good at this journaling thing again. Though I have been pretty … More
Day 8: “Gap yah”
Mon 12/3/2018. (I’m not counting the weekends on this gap year) Filled with a kind of restless uncertainty right now … More
Day 3: Crazy Rich Asians
Wed, 11/28/2018. I was sparked by an immense energy upon awakening this morning — a verve, enthusiasm for life and … More
Day 2: Sundries
Tue, 11/27/2018. Today was kind of filled with sundry, cursory things — particularly the eye doctor, which somehow occupied almost … More
Day 1: Keeping busy
Mon, 11/26/2018. Relatively uneventful, though saturated with feelings as though I’m living a parallel life. My whole life, at least … More
A (Musing) Cat 