i am 21 days shy of my 98 day goal. sitting here writing i’m not sure how i feel about that, these evening works have brought a structure to my day that i frankly lacked before. its allowed me to have conversations before impossible. to excise and share works previously housed in my head. i’ve…
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truth, a work in progress
the stuff of revolution of evolutions Love Love turns a weakness in on itself Love an impulsion‘s magnitude resulting in the formation of galaxies anew Love omniscience Love connects us each to the other Love power bringing forth itself igniting Love causing your soul to come aflame make Love not a…
evangelism has its price (how i hated sleeping beauty and refused to be silent about it)
my father was a huge sci fi fan. and he imparted this love for all things scientifically fictional on me. i remember standing in line at the woods theatre for an hour before the first showing of star wars: a new hope. hell i could recite the opening lines of star trek before i could…
My iLife: A Reflection on Missed Connection
I use to have a life but then I got an iPhone and Facebook account and my life became virtual. I’ve stopped talking on the phone practically altogether although in truth I was never really a telephone chatterer. It’s just easier to text or send an email and inboxing someone is damn near instant message….
a writer comes of age
…it means you are a slave to the words bursting forth from your mind… 7 years old / what do you want to be when you grow up, he asked me. a writer, i answered. 8 years old / i sit for hours my legs cross eagle and numb, pencil in hand diligently scribbling on…
Therapy
“She was 13 years old when this pimp turned her out,” Mrs. Prentiss relays the story in a tone most would use to report the weather. The young woman sits across from her, intent on not sweating or accepting the offered water. “What happened?” She asks. “She was fas’…hot really…’ her shoulders collapse. Mrs. Prentiss…
i do haiku
on the day I was married 1,082 died in Nigeria.
Creative Angst…Beware?
This blog is a personal sojourn through my own creative angst. I want very much to awaken from the self-induced creative coma I have placed my muse in for the last decade. I am ready to rejoin the world as writer. This blog is my roadmap back. To jump start my creative mojo, I’ve challenged…
fearfree living 