Monthly Archives: February 2018

I can tell, already, this night will disappoint me. My needs will not be met. My hopes will not be realized. I will discover truths about myself or my society and they will be unpleasant. I can see this all … Continue reading →

Well, that happened. I don’t think anyone can deny in any way at all that that happened. Throughout history, there will be dozens that recall this day and consider the events around the occurrence and speak of it. Some may … Continue reading →

The words have worn off the cross by the roadside. The flowers, withered, have blown away. The pictures faded, cracked. Even the graffiti on the nearby overpass is barely legible. So much time has passed since the event. There is … Continue reading →

If you talk to me I might listen. I may be able to help if you ask. I am here. I am available. I got nothing going on and I could be there as you need but I need your … Continue reading →

I hope you’re happy now. I hope regarding what you’ve done you feel perfectly pleased. I hope you’re prepared for any repercussions but that none occur and you can go on without any ill will or shame or sacrifice after … Continue reading →

You knew what you were getting into with me. You saw what I was as soon as we met. I didn’t hide my identity or keep you out of a secret circle that admitted information that you weren’t privy to. … Continue reading →

The world is made of things with distinct purposes and utilities. Consider location. A car is not suited to be a home in winter, especially if you live with a bull mastiff that farts – regularly. The world is made … Continue reading →

I sometimes worry about arriving too early, peaking, and being well-known and wealthy for the shallow accomplishments of my youth and having all the quadrillions of fans reaching out, begging me to recite some of those lesser works from my … Continue reading →

Look, let’s get down to brass tacks. There is really no question we’re all looking for things from one another. It’s human nature and if our means of exploitation are mutual, or at least complementary, then it’s to the good. … Continue reading →

It is cold with frost forming on what leaves remain and few bodies participating in the ritual of visiting these grounds where the greens rest if only for a season. It is grey here, quiet. It is a place of … Continue reading →