Posts Tagged: war on art
The sound is like a low growl. You mightn’t hear it but even when I look at peace, I’m making it. Then I itch and scrape. Is my stomach empty? Do I need a walk? A nap? A blanket? Kibble?
I’ve tried to adapt. Change is good. It keeps things fresh, they say. Minty fresh, in fact. A couple of months ago I was forced to accept that my favorite hot beverage at Starbucks, Tazo Zen tea, a refreshing blend