{insert obligatory New Year Eve's post} Let's set the scene before we begin. It's 30 degrees outside and snow has covered the ground. I'm in the living room of my father's house with the leftover vomit of Christmas and even the fake tree, looks tired. On the speakers, I'm spinning my latest obsession, Chet Baker. … Continue reading hello 2019
synchronicity
A stillness settles around me in the wake of the heartache that follows the end of a temporary affair. It isn't the end of days, but I don't know if its better when you know everything you did wrong. Then again, I suppose I might be addicted to the thrill of self sabotage or maybe … Continue reading synchronicity
van gogh
My grandma's house was in the middle of nowhere. She lived on the same plot of land that her parent's had lived on. With my grandpa, they built their own house next door. They were surrounded by corn and her parents. I always loved her house. She had one of those rooms, most grandma's have, … Continue reading van gogh
goals
It's December 3rd and, given the title, I've somewhat failed at my goal to write consistently for 30 days. However, I am accomplishing the result of wanting to begin the challenge and that is to write more, develop more consistency, try different ways of writing and seeing what happens. It's very hard to write every … Continue reading goals
depression
My depression is like when my skin feels like a prison. It's boney fingers clasp around my ankles and drag me down so far the only voice I can hear is hers. She's a bitch. She's married to anxiety and together, we enjoy threesomes. and then sometimes its like maybe this is fine. I met … Continue reading depression
music
I grew up around music. My dad was always wandering around the house singing Ted Nugent songs. Our TV rotated between cartoons, MTV and CMT (the country version of MTV). My mom would blare Queen whenever it came onto the radio of our old, brown, Buick LeSabre. My brother would introduce me to the sounds … Continue reading music
time
I walk between worlds accumulating outliers that drift on outskirts closer to the center, than I can reach on my own. Confirm my normality, embrace the dissonance of the configuration that compiles this shape of human. I'm an east coast sunrise, an erratic display of golden light dancing on the Atlantic, and the skies extraordinary … Continue reading time
[archived] the ship iv
The past few days have been busy with family time over the holiday. Regretably, I haven't been able to write, however today, I have delivered the 4th installment of The Ship. If you're new to the story, you can catch up by with Parts I, II, and III. ******** We had been meandering for a … Continue reading [archived] the ship iv
sunlight
For years, I was prisoner in a cell that wasn't locked. I held on desperately, to the shackles given to me as justification of anger, and of bitterness. I held everyone accountable for every trespass, and sin made against and to me. I screamed for justice! Because how could someone treat someone as insignificant, and … Continue reading sunlight
teachers, poe and bradbury
The moment I fell in love with Edgar Allen Poe was the same moment I fell in love with Ray Bradbury. It was my senior year in high school and I was taking every literature class my school offered. This was American Literature taught by a shorter, nerdy looking man, with coke bottle glasses and … Continue reading teachers, poe and bradbury
Semi-Daily Thoughts 