"going to the edge and back, one word at a time."
When's the last time you had a heart to heart?.. ......and with a stranger at that?.....Recently?Not recently?Never?...When's the last time you had a heart to heart by reading only?With typed words only?An infinite, clairvoyant session with a writer that you may be familiar with or may have just stumbled across?... Recently?Not recently?Never?...Well,if you keep reading,let's …
Has anybody ever told you,"well, fill in the blank, you are kind of like 'one of a kind'." ...Well now, now.Let's pump the brakes, but my attention - you have.The stakes are now, officially, raised,and,for clemency sake,even if you are not talking about a specific person,what other 'things' in your brain are your 'one of …
My dear, little future ghost,I could feel it creeping up on me...not the death thing - per se,but the things I could not change and had to let go as my soul gave its final nod....And it is a strange feeling as this happens,right, lil ghost?To those of us that are aware...*Mandela Effect*aware of the …
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 …
Listen my loves, my handsomes, time is short for all of us right now and I need you to listen to the unspoken word, away from all the noise of the world. I'll tie the loose ends together in the end and gently place clear Scotch tape over that neatly folded corner, this experience being …
You do not have time anymore. Time has us. The master of thieves. ... If you want to see the ocean, go see it. If you want to see a live band, go to that concert. If there is a dream you want to chase, go and try to manifest it. If you want to …
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 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 …
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 …
As Thanksgiving week dawns upon us, I think back over the past several months. I have seen things and people around me go from being oblivious, to being scared, to being quarantined, to being put on lockdown, to being full of rage, to being opened up in stages, to operating at some type of face-masked …
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