"going to the edge and back, one word at a time."
Something is coming, whether it be through a cold winter's door, sloshing through the trough of puddled rain, across the brittle rustle of dying leaves, a medieval entity that has comfortably slept through the humidity of our restless summer nights, inside all of our aging sarcophagus', until now. Something is coming, and I feel the …
( apply what you want - negate the rest )___________________________I'm thankful I have myself.I’m thankful that I take up more, now, for my own mental health and self esteem than I did in my twenties. I'm thankful I did not give up when the many occasions presented itself for me to do so.I'm thankful to …
Have you ever looked forward to something in life, like anticipated it with every fiber of your being, and it did not pan out like you imagined it would? How much time did you spend running that scenario through your head? How much energy did you give your 'perfect planned sequence of events'? How disappointed …
I was sitting there, alone, on my perch...like a full bellied pigeon on a freshly washed car -like a stray shopping cart in an open parking spot -like fresh crumbs on a newly wiped table -as curious as a toddler to an open electrical socket -as oblivious as an oxygen …
A tear that is wiped away - is it less important than one that falls? My friend once told me, "the only time I am happy is when I'm asleep," and every time I readjust my rearview mirror and see myself, or stare at my reflection as I shave my …
in an open field, alone, constantly chewing, always standing, sometimes laying, through the wind and rain, on frost covered ground, in the middle of summer's fury, with each passing season, old lonely cow waits, unknowingly patient, for the day when her sculptured grazing silhouette transitions from farmer's field to carnivore's …
Inside Out - a story about a female ghost who finds herself torn between her current realm and the place where her twin flame resides. Will her memories keep her connected to him or will she abandon all hope of being able to touch him again while slowly losing herself …
Hey,you knew this day was going to come and it sucks to have to sit here and type the things you are about to have to read and dissect and reflect on for the millionth time in your life.It gets old - I know. You expected this type of unselfish …
The first couple sips of coffee in the early hours of the morning workweek, ... I want this moment. When my breathe touches the outside air in the coldness of winter and I can see my soul with each exhale. The crunch I hear as I tread upon the trees' …
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 the Ageless (feel free to click and read). It was posted a couple of months before Covid became a global issue. …
Why is a good decision hard to make? Tell me, please! Or is it not really that difficult and my mind is just playing tricks on me yet again? On the other hand, why does it seem like a bad decision is so easy to make? I try to think …
Where do I begin? I mean, seriously... ... I saw the beautiful shell of my deceased Aunt lying in a casket today, and it has me pondering. Thinking. Reflecting on the many reflections I see, a never ending epiphany considering this birthday is the one that determines a lot of …
...the silence.........the instancewhen we acceptthe precipice.........the momentwe enterthe void.........where ? can we go toabsorb it,together?...where ? can we go to taste it,together?...where ?can we go tobe one with it,together?......where is the "the"?.....The silence stays with meuntil it is tired of meor maybe this feelingof morose issuppose to last longerthan I …
Over the past four months, I have been diligently working on the sequel to my first short film. I lost three weeks of editing and promotion time due to a work related accident (click to read previous post titled “Don’t Look Down” : an unfortunate allegory") and had to postpone the …
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- THIS POST CONTAINS GRAPHIC INJURY PICTURES - - VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED - Let the longest week of my life begin... Thank you for being here... My story within a story. Thursday, March 24th, 2022 - 6:30 a.m. I had arrived at work on time and was looking to …
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"Babe?" She rolls over and faces him after her question. "Yeah?" He rolls over onto his side and faces her after he answers her question. "What do you see when you look at me?" He grins at her. She smiles back. They exchange blinks. Both of them had been waiting …
I'm going to start out by saying, "if this post offends you - good!" If this post does not offend you, then I say, "Great! Even better!" Right now, at this present moment, some of you are finding yourself at a crossroad. You are reading the scrolling newsfeeds and witnessing …
This blog post is complete and utter chaos. Consider yourself warned. Let's begin! I know everything about nothing and not a thing about something! My job is not important if I make it that way. You know what? You whine more than a whine's whine. My neck is tired. From …
The cold winter rain falls. I hear the trickles leaping off my roof like a liquid metronome whose precise timing is occasionally off-beat. The sound is like an ice bath to my ears. I wrap myself in my blanket and try to warm everything that is trapped underneath it. I …
I am truly blessed, regardless of current events, regardless of my bank account, regardless of the weather, regardless of regardless. I am happy, regardless of my mistakes, regardless of my past, regardless of my overcomplicating things, regardless of regardless. What are you, regardless of regardless? You can get sad, regardless …
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 …
Upside Down - a fictional story about a guy who finds himself torn between the present time and past memories of a deceased lover. Will her memories keep him from the point of no return? She can only hope so. I give to you my first short film. A fictional …
Wow! What a month it has been so far! What am I saying? What a year it has been so far - sheesh! I premiered my first short film two weeks ago and, even now, it seems like an eternity. Time is a tricky entity. Friends and family, as well …
I have always admired good direction, writing, and cinematography when it comes to movies. Even while studying certain directors and writers, whether they are established, discovering themselves, or brand new, I feel like visual art can touch the viewer in many ways and leave a long lasting impression. Anyone can …
My readers, how I have missed you over the course of the past month! People occasionally ask me 'what is writing to you', and I find myself sticking to the same analogy, a descriptive analysis that I will probably attach myself to until I am no more. Writing, to me, …
Remember when you scraped your knee as a kid? Hit the 'not so funny' bone on your elbow as an adolescent? Delivered a paper cut to your finger as an adult? Had your heart broken, like blind sided shattered, not the type of break when you keep taking back the …
(...shh!.. wait!.. be quiet!.. I think someone, or something, is outside my door! I think I hear them plotting against me, yet again... they're here!.. I knew it!.. I knew they would be back one day...) They're onto me. Let me type this really fast before I disappear. Pass it …
I sat on her couch. She handed me a pill. I watched her swallow hers before I swallowed mine. She dimmed the lights in her living room and lit a couple of candles. She put on a Rufus Du Sol playlist. I watched every movement she made with great intrigue. …
(a making-out-with-life experience) Does a cactus in the desert worry about rain? Can you miss something that you have never seen or someone you have never met? Have you ever seen a starving buzzard not capable of flying high in the sky? Are you burning your candle at both ends …
Creative ways to die in the twenty first century, if you are looking for a more artistic way to go - Death by Sex (great band name as well too), Obit reads, "He Gave Life Everything He Had and Enjoyed the Ride!" Death by Eating Ice Cream, Obit reads, "Man …
Are you scared to read me? To undress me with your e y e s with each word your brain scans, slowly pinching your f i numb g e r in between your t e electric t h, kneecaps clinched but h e always r t open? . (Life gets …
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 …
My right knee caps been hurtin all duh time now,and I’ve had a sore throat fer almost two months.Sum days, I have trouble jus gittin off duh floor.I have tuh roll round like an upside down bug.I have tuh crawl on dem knuckles o’ mine.I have tuh make dem old …
I remember her and I know she remembers me and we will continue to do so forever. There is no other way for us to live. I could try to forget her or her me, but I know I will fail so what am I to do except breathe and …
Is this where I have to run so I can be completely honest with myself? Do I have to fluff my three pillows and down comforter and lay my body between the world and the unwashed sheets of the paper bed that I call my journal? Is this where I …
In a reality that seemed like a dream, I hit the snooze button on the alarm and drifted away for a couple more hour long minutes. In a dream that seemed like a reality, I set the alarm, laid my head on my pillow, and transported to a place that …
Life has me, well, somewhat frayed. No fault to my family. No fault to my friends. No fault to myself, if we're being honest. It's 'its' fault for the way I feel. I feel like a shy stray dog that has been twice abandoned on the side of the road, …
She Was She was sitting on a park bench, basking in the lukewarm sun. The only shade that cloaked her body was when a cloud passed in front of the glowing, high noon orb. The light kissed her body like the reflective wrapper on a fresh piece of hand crafted …
I say, "I care", but do I really mean it or have we used this filler sentence so much that it has lost its grand standing importance. Have all of us been pushed to the brink of exhaustion that we say this phrase just so the other person will reveal …
What am I doing here? Seriously! What am I doing here? What are you doing here? Seriously! What are you doing here? Has my life led me to being a so-called, quote on quote, writer so all my hard fought words can sit on a page and wither away with …
Hello, you! I'm sorry I missed your call and you missed mine. Long time no talk! *my mind runs rampant* How long has it really been, I think. No time to ponder on that at the moment. I miss you! I really, really do. My ego has not yet consumed …
My todays tarry, flaked, bright sunrises to glowing, midnight moon, tangled in an inevitable swoon, constantly chasing the prizes of the lives we marry. Little whisper breathe, and pepper my tired ear, while frozen I stand in place, I take my hand and erase a wet capsulated tear into its …
My second born son - where do I begin? He was delivered to us some time ago, a forever that was only yesterday, by cesarian section. The day before his arrival, I remember the phone call I received from my wife while I was at work. She went for a …
I went to the grocery store today. They did not have any strawberries. Or cherries. Or green bananas. Or fresh oranges. I immediately thought, figures, considering. I tried looking for other items, all unavailable because, hell if I know! I left because it was too exhausting. And depressing. And I …
(I looking at looking me) I pull at me's skin with a blunt edge called life, leaving a scrape on the surface of us, and wonder, while looking at me, why I would do that to we. *the mark on my soul slowly disappears* Me looks at I standing outside …
The first person to shave away all their pubic hair - what were they thinking? Did they just wake up one morning, sip a cup of coffee, turn on the tele, stare at the sunrise through their blinds, eat a bowl of cereal, and say to themselves, hey, I want …
Hearing the scratching (We are the floor we feel,) of finger nailing the backing, (our unfrozen terrain remains unfrayed) while smelling the necking (as we explore the sacred friction of now.) and rubbing the skinning. Listening to the whispering (We slay the nights unseen) of lipping the lobing, (into tiny …
There was this boy. He grew up in the rural South. He drank Pepsi Cola from glass bottles. He ate Nabs. He worked in tobacco fields at the age of twelve. He dreamed. His imagination was his escape. It was his portal. At a young age, he knew other realms …
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