Where is the middle ground between my loving altogether in the whole sense and walking an ascetic life? It's no accident gurus and crones are long in the tooth It takes decades to learn anything in this life Anything that is worth a damn, anyway Those of us who claim to be forever youthful and … Continue reading Whistle through the day
If I were to tell you that my heart was putty in your hands would you mold it to fit yours? Or would you mash it flat, pound it into the table drop it on the ground to pick up all the detritus you walked through before? If I were to tell you that I … Continue reading Touch the fire
I swear, technology is going to drive me to drink . . . heh, heh. I have spent three hours trying to find this site on WordPress so that I could post some innocuous shit, possibly something about hearts and flowers. It was going to be good, so good, that I would immediately gain thousands of followers … Continue reading I’m a dingbat, and it’s Monday
The general public is stupid. Crazy stupid. "Were you raised by goats??" stupid. Not just "Dang, I locked my keys in the car" stupid. Not just "Crap, I put the case of beer on top of the eggs" stupid. I mean "Let me put a starving wolverine down my pants just to watch it run … Continue reading Why can’t stupidity be painful?
This depression spreads more like a slough or a valley of barren dusty bowls of tinny wind chimes and wind that whistles through a crevice or two in trusting minds that all will be fine if one just keeps on through just one more day and one more night Really? Another day of this muddy … Continue reading Bowls of dust and sunset
In between here and there lies a place of quiet a place of no longer yearning for others' attention or affection or respect It's a place fully alive to absolutely everything in the universe that exists to know the mysterious workings of things It does not love or hate or boast of arrogance nor bow … Continue reading Quiet spaces
I never thought that my best friends would have been objects instead of people, but here we are. I liked to smoke. I loved to smoke. My favorite time of the day was early morning, with cup of coffee in hand, pack of cigarettes on the table, and an hour to leisurely peruse Facebook and … Continue reading Losing my best friends and it’s great
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, the house vibrated with each beat. Jane cocked her head, startled. "What's that noise?" I told her it was a car speaker booming somewhere close. "A CAR SPEAKER!" "WHAT??" I walked out on to the porch and the next door workers were blasting from a truck as they threw trash into the … Continue reading Neighbors are the best people
He kept his eyes averted and fidgeted when he talked but something I said touched something in him because he came alive with words that tumbled out in a halting, insistent rush to tell me a story he had held on to like a talisman for more than thirty years. "I used to be the … Continue reading Interview with a stranger
The Columbus Chronicles, episode 4 We can still smoke in the bar a relief for the reprobates Pretty soon the pine smell is obliterated and a blue haze floats just above our heads We've become animated, my barfly friends and me outside the sun creeps down the west side of the street and brightens … Continue reading Who even knows the mystery?