On the Twenty-second Day of 2025…

…I’m calling the doctor. No worries. I’m fine, but, after finally getting new batteries inside my blood pressure monitor, my numbers have been high for the last week or so, and I think I might need a new cocktail of pills or a variation of the ones I have. I don’t think it’s an environmentalContinue reading “On the Twenty-second Day of 2025…”

#15: Weeping At Rock Shows

Weeping At Rock Shows I’ve done it. I have allowed myself to weep at rock shows. Usually, I’m alone, anonymous in a crowd, no social obligations, no company to keep, and I am moved by the music. There’s an upswell that begins in the chest and travels up through the throat, the eyes water–enough,  perhaps,Continue reading “#15: Weeping At Rock Shows”