1969 was a pivotal year. The Beatles’ last public performance, the Boeing 747 jumbo jet’s debut, the epitome of the American muscle car, the Pontiac Firebird Trans, firing, Woodstock gathering the masses, the first human footprints on the moon, and … Continue reading Four Words.
I had a dream the other night that woke me out of a dead sleep. It was a heart racing, sweat dripping, ripping me from slumber kind of awakening. In the dream it was as if I was completely removed … Continue reading Three Words.
Driving down the roads I’d traveled countless times gave me a sense of nostalgia tonight. I drove, windows down, music up, hair dancing wildly, and it was as if time was standing still. Have you ever sensed a moment that … Continue reading Two Words.
Why do you worry? Don’t say you’re sorry. You know me. You see the unseen. Don’t complicate things. I know the lines bleed, But you read between them. You complete me. I told you don’t worry. You can trust me, … Continue reading Sincerely
Make yourself seen and known. Find ones with whom you can be at home. For home is not a location, but made through abiding. I’ve been hiding lately. I’ve been missing and unseen, disassociating, seemingly. I say seemingly to take … Continue reading Here
I hate Valentine’s Day. By this I mean the commercialized version. In fact, I rag pretty hard on it the days leading up to its celebration. I love true, genuine love, probably excessively. The compass for this true love is … Continue reading Love.
Nothing is so vulnerable as nakedness. Before you get any ideas, I don’t mean solely physically–though that too is the concrete epitome of vulnerability. But for me, and for many, there is something more scary than our outward nakedness being … Continue reading Naked
This was once a spiral bound notebook I’m transcribing these handwritten words from. “You can’t have the wire,” she spoke sternly. I stared blankly at the floor. My eyes moved from the spot on the wall to the floor, tiled … Continue reading Spiral Bound
There comes a point when you have to let go, whether it’s a person, people, friends, family, situations, food, your body. The idea of control is an illusion, a complete fallacy. Generally speaking, the things we attempt to control end … Continue reading Short Stories 3.
“What did you take?” the nurse asked. “He didn’t say.” And that was that; my mind trailed off, lost and removed from a sentence I couldn’t finish. I couldn’t make sense of what was happening. I drowsily let my eyes … Continue reading Short Stories 2