Emerging out of a temptuous quarter-of-century codependent relationship, I find solace on these tolerant and patient stones that blessedly don’t tug on my empathetic tendencies. Nothing exploding here but a little iaomai (ee-ah’-om-ah-ee) physical healing, to repair the temple alter.
Let thy seed soddenand thy light enlightenon the pathbeyond your sorrowto stretch outon another tomorrow. Let thy frigidness of a stony chantryand thy lungful breathing,test its toningto its purpose.Let the others falterharmonizing with patienceas the gentil silhouette leans and curves. … Continue reading
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
I remember those carefree moments of summer where I would stroll down to my neighbor’s home who had everything we didn’t. Cable, drawers overflowing with sugary snacks and unlimited bootlegged movies. MTV was usually on when we weren’t watching another … Continue reading
It’s the start of the day, still a few more hours until noon meandering along a whole lot of red tide carnage with scratchy throats and sporadic coughing and somehow there aren’t many other patches of earth I’d rather be. … Continue reading
It’s refreshing to see a fisherman in his element especially in the mist of ill-advised and division-inducing rhetoric. This angler isn’t alone. He is accompanied by a fellow angler with a fair number of accoutrements to linger on these rocks … Continue reading
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