NOLA Notes

When Left Alone

In the ache of the heart, In the back of a memory, There is a solid mass. In the broad light of day The mass is but a fading bruise. But in the wee hours The mass sustains. Who’s to say what is real And what is reinvented? When all that matters Is who we’ve [...]

When Even Being Friday Doesn’t Help

Today was not a good day.  The list of things that went wrong for me is long, and irrelevant.  By tomorrow, most of what went so wrong today will be put into perspective and not matter (so much).  But I can’t shake the weight of the day off.  I even passed on dinner out with [...]