chandra nicole.

chandra nicole.

Thinking and writing, writing and thinking. Sometimes remembering I have a body.

recently sighted

A tsunami evacuation route notice featuring the man from the men’s bathroom sign, leaping in suspended animation towards a triangle hill, as he’s chased by a white block of wave. Fliers

am I great yet?

“Greatness isn’t handed to you!” she urged from the stage, as she addressed a room full of self-proclaimed future billionaires. One thousand of them. I saw only a clip of her talk,

troops of tiny ants

Tummy down on a yoga mat, my nose is six inches from a deep crack in the cement. At the same time, I’m gazing from a great height through the airplane window