What is it?The Daily Cure for me is trying to smell taste touch—really experience— something, each day, that reminds me that I'm alive and, mostly, happy to be here. A small moment that should go a long way, at least in theory.
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This wasn’t initially written as a poem (I’m not a poet) but it really wanted to look like one, so I obliged. Every time we say we’re going to travel light. And every time it’s like moving a circus complete … Continue reading