Thoughts and musings in progress
Is TK a person, place, or thing?
The theory of everything has a shape:
It shapes the myths I hear, my poems, my research…
Blinkies were once everywhere
Now I can’t find a single one
Has earnest been banished?
I’ll always go looking tomorrow
Love prepares me for the laughter at my back
I’m still thinking about her
I find her in the strangest places…
And yet, maybe sometimes she doesn’t want to be found.
Did you ever think of that?
I don’t know what I’m asking for anymore…do you?
Scatter your thoughts
Skittering up the block