"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 …
Where do I begin? I mean, seriously... ... I saw the beautiful shell of my deceased Aunt lying in a casket today, and it has me pondering. Thinking. Reflecting on the many reflections I see, a never ending epiphany considering this birthday is the one that determines a lot of things about where I see …
I'm going to start out by saying, "if this post offends you - good!" If this post does not offend you, then I say, "Great! Even better!" Right now, at this present moment, some of you are finding yourself at a crossroad. You are reading the scrolling newsfeeds and witnessing miraculous events combined with the …
I am truly blessed, regardless of current events, regardless of my bank account, regardless of the weather, regardless of regardless. I am happy, regardless of my mistakes, regardless of my past, regardless of my overcomplicating things, regardless of regardless. What are you, regardless of regardless? You can get sad, regardless of your joy, regardless of …
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 …
(...shh!.. wait!.. be quiet!.. I think someone, or something, is outside my door! I think I hear them plotting against me, yet again... they're here!.. I knew it!.. I knew they would be back one day...) They're onto me. Let me type this really fast before I disappear. Pass it along in ways that you …
Are you scared to read me? To undress me with your e y e s with each word your brain scans, slowly pinching your f i numb g e r in between your t e electric t h, kneecaps clinched but h e always r t open? . (Life gets harder - the up,) (down, …
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 …
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 …
Life has me, well, somewhat frayed. No fault to my family. No fault to my friends. No fault to myself, if we're being honest. It's 'its' fault for the way I feel. I feel like a shy stray dog that has been twice abandoned on the side of the road, hungry, visible rib cage, tired, …
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