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 Road in Front Of

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 theĀ 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 …

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. …

I Look Around

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 ...not... ...Everything... quietly depends on …