Thank you, Gladys
—for being funny, clumsy, silly, and spontaneous…
when all you really had to do
to help us all
was look like Randy.

But hasn’t publishing itself jumped the shark? It means nothing today, and being published doesn’t guarantee we’ve boosted access to insight, wisdom, wit, or hope. It doesn’t even mean we’ve told the truth beautifully or encouraged a better humanity. Literally anyone can have a fan base in 2025. 2/2

Interesting Medium piece by Walter Rhein about the utility of editors.
writingcooperative.com/how-editors-...

I suppose I must at least in part agree, or I wouldn’t read or post in Medium, BlueSky, or Substack. (1 of 2)

Her child is always a baby how much ever it grows! ❤️ 🫶🏻

To my new used car

You’re too good for me,
your marbley scuffless surface still a surprise, like someone exciting has parked outside on my fresh paved driveway, a dimming dome light like a pretty stray in a sunbeam, slow-blinking. What if now I expect it all the time—the newness, the shine?

Two art teachers silent at the sink.
Rage flits like spilled sparkles just under the skin of the one blushing fierce in her apple cheeks, strange stains on her knuckles, her bun ferocious. She just said of the one cleaning her brush, who yesterday spilled the colored sand,
I could kick her ass.