Monthly Archives: November 2015

What happened to us? And when did it happen? How did we transform a day dedicated to peace to a testimonial to the ways of the warrior? What made us think this was a better subject for celebration? When did … Continue reading →

You can shut up now. Really, it’s OK. It’s no big deal if you opt to take this moment to close your mouth and cease emptying out the toilet of your mind into my ears and the ears of all … Continue reading →

The bacon didn’t work. The anti oxidants didn’t work. The probiotic regimen didn’t work and the poems did nothing. Love didn’t help nor prayers not well-wishes nor donations to the appropriate associates of angels and aliens. Nothing changed the outcome. … Continue reading →

You should write something. You’ve been quiet for a while now and you could be using your art to process your experiences and think about what’s happened and what hasn’t and what you could do to move things from one … Continue reading →

It sucks that you lost your job she said but at least you have your health. I almost asked if she actually said that but I knew she did. You have your health she said and you have your writing. … Continue reading →