Ives beats himself up after his first failed attempt to connect with his future wife, Annie. They share a moment together in an art class. All the other students have taken a break. Annie, the nude model for the night, admires Ives' drawings of her, and Ives cannot bring himself to ask her out. He's tongue-tied.
Missed opportunities. Regrets. I have a lot of them right now. I've sort of dug myself into a hole of grading, and I can't quite see my way out at the moment. I'm tired (exhausted really) and angry with myself for allowing this to happen. Yes, I've called myself a "fool" many times tonight.
That's all I have tonight. I'm a tired fool.
Saint Marty wishes he were in a cabin in Big Sur, where his only responsibilities are writing poems and watching sunrises and sunsets.
by: Peter Thabit Jones
I stand above the sea,
Like a colossus of Greece,
The sun on my back.
I reach up and almost cup
A lone grey boat in my hand.
|I had to shovel snow this morning. I'm a fool.|