(Part Of) What I Wrote On The Plane This Morning

I am sitting on the plane reading Henry Miller. His misanthropy inspires confidence. I feel my fingers dance a waltz over the keyboard. I realized I did not write yesterday. I read but I didn’t write and I am ashamed. This morning on the plane, while falling asleep, my head bobbled and see-sawed. It was… Continue reading (Part Of) What I Wrote On The Plane This Morning