Why write on writing
when the story itself glares,
demands attention.
Steve D
This is my lame excuse for not having a meatier post this week. I really just want to finish my short story. Hopefully, I’ll not waste this opportunity and have good news on that front next week.
A menial task
becomes a temporary
escape from hosting.
Steve D
One thousand odd jobs
to distract from bigger tasks,
or one major change.
Steve D
Seams ripped, painted stains.
How much more can old clothes take
before they give up?
Steve D
The hour is late
when the child peeks his head up
to say good morning.
Steve D
Familiar places,
unfamiliar surroundings.
New public order.
Steve D
We went out to a couple breweries today, and it honestly caught me off guard having to actively think about social distancing rules in a public space. I’m not against such rules at all — in fact, I’m really proud of how cautious the state of Maryland has been through this pandemic. It’s just strange to be out in an otherwise casual setting and have to rethink how I interact with people there.
June humidity
gives way to pattering rain
and quiet respite.
Steve D
Splattered and speckled,
like a broken salt shaker.
New paint on old clothes.
Steve D
Distracting oneself
from doing what is required
only leaves a void.
Steve D
Fresh paint layered thick,
cover flaked plaster and brick,
a cellar face-lift.
Steve D
