"going to the edge and back, one word at a time."
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. Since then, as well as …
- 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 start a productive day. Things …
Continue reading "“Don’t Look Down” : an unfortunate allegory"
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 same waste of time that …
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 …
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 curse the air that continues …
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 can sincerely share my thoughts …
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 their story, vent, then shut …
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 weekly check up because the …
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 think I heard a girl …
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 existed. You just had to …
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