I had a heated argument with an over-sized chunk of romaine that refused to comply with me today. 

Stubbornly insisting it should fit in my mouth, I continued to force it over threshold of lips and teeth — and it continued to flop around outside my mouth. 

Exhausted and a wee bit self-conscious, I relented and set it free. 

Then I sulked — and stewed in my own sour juices.

Oh god, it is me. 

It’s definitely me, and though everything I’ve learned tells me this is the good news —

Because if it’s you — well then that is something you can control — you can change —

But god help me —

I’ve still got romaine rage.

My art flows from the patterns & paths of my lived experience which ⏤ like yours ⏤ are at once deeply personal and entirely universal.

1 comment

  1. I offer this quote from John O’Donohue as a comment to myself in his absence.

    “Lingering and hanging in the darkness is often — I say this against myself — a failure of imagination, to imagine the door into the light.”

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