No Caterwauling

Stiff upper lip,

the very thought

is our current

human existence.

Shock is our

reckoning.

— Drew Myron

cat·er·waul | \ ˈka-tər-ˌwȯl
1 : to make a harsh cry
2 : to protest or complain noisily

In an effort to keep my head bobbing above the crashing waves of doom, I’m writing, rewriting, and crossing out. Make something, I urge. Some days I make only only coffee, or my bed. Other days, I make dinner or a pie. On the very best days, I make a difference.

But mostly I make my hand move across a page.

And you — what are you making?