I dunno, man. Basically I’ve been trying to do something productive this weekend. Anything, really. Get things ready to go for the massive number of errands I…… Read more “I don’t know where this post will go.”
Author: Jami Sheets
Writer, biter, midnight fighter. Or maybe just the first one, the second on special occasions.
And this is not a test…
These past few days, I’ve been worrying. About Chile. I’ve thought, “maybe I’m not cut out for this. Maybe this isn’t my opportunity. Maybe I don’t want…… Read more “And this is not a test…”
And I’ve written pages upon pages trying to rid you from my bones.
This song just keeps beating me over the head when I’m awake, haunting me in my sleep. It’s an ancient favorite, from an album long forgotten, and…… Read more “And I’ve written pages upon pages trying to rid you from my bones.”
I’m not dead.
Though I did have a moment today. I thought, while inching along I5 South just north of Tacoma, of pulling my car over to the shoulder, turning…… Read more “I’m not dead.”
It ain’t the worst thing I could do, to get back home to you.
Originally, when I committed myself to the idea four months ago, it was a means to an escape, and little else, even if I wouldn’t admit that…… Read more “It ain’t the worst thing I could do, to get back home to you.”
Jami Sheets 