On the Couch

On the Couch

I wrote about this my first year in college. I have the original on a floppy disk, remember those? However, no device to plug it into to retrieve my writings from back in the day. Whatever I wrote, had my … Continue reading

In the Zone

In the Zone

Nothing like the carefree play of this age—the freedom of no cellular connectivity. It’s the decades before 2000, the street kid mentality in me trying to make a comeback. With only a land line, we were nearly impossible to find … Continue reading

Upon Waking

Upon Waking

The unknown lay before us that’s for certain. No other time in history then now that collectively do we sense this. Now what? In a wondering moment I offer a fragrance of gratitude, infused from my heart and into my … Continue reading

So Great that I Don’t Speak

So Great that I Don’t Speak

Here we go; cold is here to stay. Just the right temps for icicle making and they aren’t dripping anytime soon. They’ve been hanging out for some time now. Since I have no control over their timeline, only my own, … Continue reading

Writing on the Wall

Writing on the Wall

In an age when music is an aphrodisiac that once swallowed you best be grounded, on your knees boy for the almighty communicator, music and its shrouded régime is far more shocking than we ever imagined. Yet, the message in … Continue reading

If Not Me Than Who ?

I’m trying to figure out this place, the what and where, the why I have arrived and how to return without the baggage. Where else does one go but the wilderness for answers, for she doesn’t sling any distractions our … Continue reading

Don’t Make Them So Hard,

Don’t Make Them So Hard,

Your dreams. Leaves are drifting in the early autumn breezes here in these flecked hills of the hands that built America. It’s a long way we’ve come, rather been led. Time to start living out our dreams and not those … Continue reading

Feels Like Folly

Feels Like Folly

And ye shall know the truth and the truth shall make you free. – John 8:32 Falling from the heavens, droplets met by my flesh. I don’t know what’s sweeter butterflies fluttering about in a symphony against a folly red … Continue reading

A Fragile Thing

A Fragile Thing

A rare moment of rest this little spark doesn’t sit for too long. Lately we’ve been ending our Indian summer nights by breaking a sweat. A girl “born from fire, sparks flying from the sun” with her fuchsia ball to … Continue reading

Salt of the Earth

Salt of the Earth

Restrictions do something to your mind. They can convince you that you deserve to be in this underprivileged place in life. A little reminder that these beholden faces provide me with everything needed to think otherwise. Every second I dive … Continue reading