Eve Rounds

i feel like writing

and so i shall. with no intent to intend.

sometimes there is relief in feeling overwhelmed by daily life. the bills and social interactions and putting the dishes away.

sometimes there is relief in feeling overwhilemed by ms. it gives me a real reason to feel overwhelmed by daily life.

sometimes just sometimes maybe here and there i manage to feel solid in my jester-like skills. instead overwhelmed by my own capacity to do.

today and lately i’ve been quite meh. and while i once craved a sort of equilibrium, i’m discovering that too much balance can be oh so boring…but really

certain elements must  remain steady so that everchanging variables don’t completely tip the internal see-saw…but really

i need passion. my only perpetual requirement.


i don’t even know

how long it’s been. haven’t been counting days haven’t counted backwards on the calendar. haven’t bothered to reread my own words. haven’t been missing you

the five senses

your blue eyes and crooked lippy smile which i inherited that tiny soft bristle brush for your basically bald head the white corvette a campfire cards


what did falling in love feel like to you actual falling a new winter sweater a blood flutter did you question its science or were you


sometimes the wind the waves muffle and drown my memories sometimes the wind the waves magnify and amplify the sound of your voice and clearing

the theatre

this is  a silent film flickering  catching  starting over emptiness surrounding such a blinding contrast ahead of us shared stories  captured images disconnected nonsensical we


It isn’t easy being a twin.   Others considered us as one two-part person,  while our parents saw,  in our conspiring, four or more.