"going to the edge and back, one word at a time."
Liminal. The transitional feeling that washes over you when you are in between places or experiences.endless...Most of these feelings are associated with an abandoned or vacant atmosphere, a disconnect from reality, a fluid or sometimes neglected aesthetic from the past or present.endless... The waiting area between one point in time and space to the next.endless... …
I got to thinking the other day on my commute drive home,(dangerous - I know),on a Wednesday at 4:23 p.m.,laid back driving on a two-lane country road,and you know what -everybody wants to go to Heaven but nobody wants to die,and I find that premise strange yet comforting after the oddness of accepting it finally …
Vernon,it's written all over your face,no matter which environment you are in.You wear it and they know it and they gaze into your eyes when they stand in front of you and never break away because......the connection of your baby blues with their tired prism'ed varieties......them feeling the same way but scared to express it …
They will no longer let us live in peace anymore,will they?Some of them.Most of them.Where the truth no longer sets anyone free,but,instead,the guilty elitist escape (unless it was one of us peasants),and the devil continues to roam around like a roaring lion,and the demons grin and feast and dance,meanwhile, the sacrifices forgotten -all for what?What …
Hello to all of my readers, my wandering souls, my fellow adventurers, and my tired explorers. To my current readers, who have stuck with me over the past six years, whether you are from the mainland or overseas, I humbly say - 'Thank You for your time. I am glad you are here with me …
On January 12th, 2020, I typed my third blog post titled : https://vernonwrites.com/2020/01/12/rejection-to-reflection/ In that post, I talked about sending numerous query letters out to different publishers and how I thought I needed to rush publishing my works of fiction due to the rejection letters, only for me to pull them off Amazon's self publishing …
Hey daddy...The past year without you has really flown by,and, hell, who are we all trying to fool - those of us that have lost something that cannot be replaced - it has not been an easy year, much less an easy 'whatever' -and there has been so much loss this year, daddy,and a lot …
Day 1 Daddy,it's been one day since you died,and I miss you now more than ever. You used to live six minutes from me on a backroad drive through the countrysideand now you are nowhere to be found,a futile manhunt that will never end until we reunite again one day.I watched your last two breaths, …
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 …
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 …
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