Bird in Hand The broken bird hears my hand the golden hand is coming Coming to adjust your pulse so put the scissors down They’re dull, rusty, lefties Pointless A quiet reprieve for the non-flying If you find you’re missing calls Blanket the bird, make it dark There’s no plan to take off.


I crashed.  Hard.  Thankfully, I have insurance.  Unfortunately, I get so tired of being my own advocate.  I can not pinpoint what triggered this one but it has been bad, really bad.  Today, Thursday, is the first day this week that I've not been predominately bed-bound.  The other days I've woken up with migraines, swollen… Continue reading CRASH!