The Commute

On my nightstand, my cell phone alarm echosbefore the first peaking crumb of morning sunlight -I smell coffee laced air after a long restless nightand stumble down the foggy hall of a work week’s shadow.-Endless road...Drive...More endless...Drive...Lines on asphalt, road signs,..Drive...turn signals, cruise control...-I brush my teeth, urinate, and quietly beholdas I hesitantly sit atop …

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 Approach

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 …

Our Simile

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 filled balloon -as vulnerable as …

Old Lonely Cow

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 plate. some people will say …

A Moment or Two

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' shedded clothes, the fallen leaves …

the where ?

...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 think it is.........wait!..shh!...Can you hear …

I Can’t Even

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 looking down. At the television. …