My Little Perverts

It's so lonely nowadays...isn't it?.....looking at things by yourself...looking at yourself by yourself...while you hold it in your hand and run your finger over it... ...eyes spying...staring...poking...prodding......as you lay on your couches...in your underwear...on your beds...in your car...while you sit idle at work...or hunched over on your kneecaps while sitting on the toilet......naked...exposed...bare......that something catches …

I Once Knew…

I once knew a little boy that was so full of life... he was never scared... he thought the world was safe... he ate Fruity Pebbles and watched old school Looney Tunes... he actually looked forward to the humid summertime heat... he had endless energy... he avoided work at all costs... he rode bicycles on …

HeY, YoU…

HeY, YoU, long time no talk, how are YoU holding up? ... Are YoU doing okay? I've really, really missed YoU... ... like, REALLY, REALLY... not just reaLLy reaLLy... What?.. ... Things been tough lately? ... Somewhat chaotic? ... Somewhat out of place? ... Somewhat abnormal? ...yeah... I know how YoU feel... ... It feels …

Where To?

* if it is hard for you to take a break from our current reality and listen to an open minded opinion of what a single soul sees and feels and reflects on in his present parallel, then this post is definitely NOT for you. Let's begin... (also, it is good to be back with …

Santa’s Eyes

I looked into Santa's eyes while he looked into my son's,and,the glimmer was differentthan what I rememberwhen I was young.In awe,my son looked at the red velveted manthat all money bearing parents rally behindandforce the little ones to watch on screensand push the little ones to believe -a myth of hopeandgoodwill to submerge ourselves into …

The Road in Front Of

The fifth post I published (#5 out of 87) on this now one year and eight month fiction, nonfiction, and poetic blogging journey of mine was titled The Aged and theย Ageless (feel free to click and read). It was posted a couple of months before Covid became a global issue. Since then, as well as …

I Look Around

I feel like ...something... is in the air ...and... I do not mean the ...something... that currently haunts ...us... Some would say it was ...nothing..., others ...something..., ...and... I'm left thinking if ...something... ...or... ...nothing... for them is the same ...something... ...or... ...nothing... for me ...and... truth be told, it's ...not... ...Everything... quietly depends on …

yoU aRe…

This post is for the people who are on the down and outs. The discouraged. The dreamers. The blue collar backbone of our beaten world. The people who have nowhere else to turn to. The people who have three figures or less in their savings account, much less checking. The people who see more light …

*silence*

"How can you just stand there and ignore what is happening between us? You don't know what I've been going through!" I shout at her. "You, you, you, how could you do this to me?" Numerous cars drive by on the city streets. A commercial plane passes overhead. She stands in front of me. She …

Soliloquy

I sit down at my laptop and outline my thoughts as I battle the voice inside my head: I started my blog with Introductions First back in December of 2019 and said that 2020 was the year that I was going to put everything on cruise control. I look at my keyboard and find myself …

Living Cliches

Are there any cliches that have been spoken directly to you and you'd like to find the originator and punch them directly in their left canine? Have you ever seriously thought about cliches or idioms or blindly repeated the phrases because you have been conditioned to use them as a witty go to when in …

Shifting Sands

The past week had ups and downs, and I'm trying to think on where I need to begin this post as we all leave our footprints behind for the incoming tide. Paradigms are shifting. Some ideas and issues are being conveyed and accepted effectively while others are just a mere spiral into borderless insanity. A …

You Broke My Heart

Have you ever taken a stroll or hike through a park or state reserve and seen etchings like these carved into various structures at beautiful overlooks? I'm sure Mother Nature appreciates these whimsical, bladed tattoos, especially considering that ninety-nine percent of them are given by the hands of sub par artists. My mind then travels …

Rustic Roots

Everyone has someone they came from. Everyone has had something that affected them one way or another. Everyone has someplace they have planted their roots and currently call home. Everyone has someway to remember the days of their youth, even if some of those memories require scratching a scar or two. My father wanted to …