Drifting  It is like “A Little Bit of Emotion” a 1979 song from the Kinks, Low Budget album. There are things we see on the surface that we show all the time. There are also pieces of us that we will not show. At 25 years old, we get stuck in the trivial life, just… Continue reading

The Conscription of September  I woke on a dark morning. It was September, the air was chilled, and reality sounded like air-raid sirens warning that I had been deceived. The summer which seemed eternal was only a dream. No wood in the shed yet and a summer’s worth of dire projects yet to be started,… Continue reading

Gifts I did not know Woke from a dream where I was in a terrible realm All my sails were ablaze I was chained to the helm* The early years of my adult life were like this. Stuff was on fire, yet I drove on defiantly, deciding that it was just “no big deal”. I… Continue reading

Rewards at the Kitchen Counter For some reason, I am the type of person who needs a return on investment for all aspects of my life. This includes going on vacation. Vacations are not something that I do often or easily. I know that I am wrong in this, so I do try to break… Continue reading

Vulnerability  I saw the writing on the surfaces of the streets. We were in the sun, free and exposed. The words that were written told me that this was temporary. It was almost time. I saw her coming towards me in my million-mile view. It was almost time, or was that a hundred years ago?… Continue reading

The cold glass truth No more is there a rolling with the current. There has to be more than the struggle. There has to be pain. The path of least resistance is parked just down the path from me in a little maroon car.  Where was she when this turn happened to her? Left turn… Continue reading

40 clicks back  The music was bouncing the house. Bogus Joe was jamming out Proud Mary with his guitar strap set high. There was smoke everywhere and the sound of clanking longnecks. This was it, the here and there now. Joe Man got up and asked a woman to dance. His hair was down, I… Continue reading

Then and Now  Overpriced food. Musty smell in your dreams. Solving problems that never get solved. Never knowing what to dream about. What is life? There is a void. A painting of nothing but colors running together but having no color at all.  As I scroll through the offerings, I find disinterest and distaste. It… Continue reading

Stop the madness Sometimes, I wonder what is up with me. I have taken the food business thing further than I ever have before. I absolutely am pushing forward too. I was all set to apply for my catering license which will allow me to produce and sell food made at home, but I do… Continue reading

In dire fear of time travel  On a piece of iron ore, water, nitrogen, oxygen, and carbon hurtling through the expanse of space at thousands of miles an hour, the granular possibilities offer pathways spreading out infinitely like the webs of a spider weaving a complex expanse of highways reaching out for lightyears. The night… Continue reading