This sort of balmy, breezy weather makes productivity feel like a dirty word invented by soul-crushing fascists. Continue reading The Great Escape?
Good music and fireworks, that’s all we wanted. Yesterday evening, me and my friend pulled into the parking lot of a large stadium. Yes, the clouds were gray. Yes, a few small droplets of rain had sprinkled the windshield. Yes, we decided to go for it anyway. It’s the rainy season in Florida, so getting wet and having fun go hand in hand. We were … Continue reading Rain and a Big Parking Lot
Have you ever sat by while someone destroyed a perfectly good story? Continue reading The Subtle Art of Just Telling the Story
I was in the middle of a chew when I realized just how much food I had in my mouth. My cheeks were stretched. My tongue fought for air in a dark corner. I realized, as well, that I hadn’t been chewing nearly as much as the chew your food people recommend. The uncomfortable succession of hard lumps going down my throat told me that. … Continue reading I Eat How I Live My Life
Just some of the thoughts on my mind today. Continue reading If I Tell You This Is Mostly About Poetry, Will You Still Read It? A Social Experiment.
You can find the audio version here. Do I have what it takes? Can I make things happen? Should I turn back to what I know? How do I survive? Will I live? Breathe in Breathe out. This is not my writing. This doesn’t skip along with jokes tossed in. This is slow moving and laborious. This is ugly and dirty-bellied. This is dragging on … Continue reading Hopped Up On Despair
When you’re on a journey to living a more fulfilling life, the road isn’t always clear or easy, but take heart. Continue reading Distant Bells and My Voice
My failing and funny journey takes us back into my childhood where city and suburbs collide. Continue reading City Meets Suburbs
As a writer, sometimes I’ve got to force a routine. But I can’t always force the results. Bonus: audio reading Continue reading Sitting Down To Write. And Staying There.
Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays — ‘Tis first a Cobweb on the Soul A Cuticle of Dust A Borer in the Axis An Elemental Rust — Ruin is formal — Devil’s work Consecutive and slow — Fail in an instant, no man did Slipping — is Crashe’s law — … Continue reading Crumbling is not an instant’s Act