Reflections during a relaxing, normal day.

There’s the pain… of being frozen in uncertainty and drink and escapism and just… waiting. Of being a lost generation.

The Grand Finale of the things I drink at home!

Anyone else just really need a drink?

In which Justin details the drinks he makes at home when he wants to slow down!

Five poems for the slowly-going-stir-crazy-at-home, read by Justin X. M. Corriss

Life moves pretty fast. Poetry can help slow us down.

We close, and we huddle, and we wait it out so that the wait might not be as long. We avoid the risk of exposing others to something they might not be able to handle, even if we might not. We sacrifice.

You have a moment to breathe, so breathe.

Brief blog post about some rest and recovery. Here’s to stayin’ alive!