Life comes at you quickly. Sure. However, it also creeps along, molecule by molecule, seeps in quietly unbeknownst to you. Sometimes, before you know it, life has sucked your creative energy dry, and left you wordless. The spark sparks up every now and again, but is snuffed out by ‘the life‘. By the slow creep of blah. By too much solitude. By a myriad of … Continue reading Of The Absence And Longing For It, I say
I don’t know how to write this, cause in a way it surprises me. It feels weird saying. It has been rolling around inside for years. The first tinglings of it hit me in the Spring of 2017, listening to Yo Yo Ma play Appalachian Spring. Not sure how to say it, because I guess I don’t know where to start. Or… er… where it … Continue reading This Thing About My American Cousins
It really was all her fault, you know, Fred and I were just fine. We didn’t need no more plants around. Oh sure, there were the Oxalis I’ve almost killed 50 billion times – though if you know anything about those false shamrocks, you’ll know they also call them the Shamrock o Lazarus, cause they will always rise from the dead. Yeah, so late January … Continue reading Let me Introduce You To An Alocasia Named Ali
For some reason, beyond the realm of matter, distance, and time, I have had to pull this post out of me. I have not written for months, and this post has been dragged out of me kicking and screaming. For months, and months now the words get stuck, I am stuck. I miss writing. I love writing. I feel like a piece of me is … Continue reading Let’s Start With A Tree Named Fred
These photos were taken December of 2012, that last winter I was at Irish Lake. Winter up in Grey County could be both brutal, and beautiful. “If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things in nature have a message you understand, Rejoice, for … Continue reading The Best Of ¦ so blue, part two
she doth deserve nothing less after our rambling, this summer of summers. on long rides just her and i down pathways old and new yet, i shall not be without this winter for a ride as i now have acquired her little sister, midnight blue Continue reading rose in her winter slumber
for the Weekly Photo Challenge ¦ it’s not this time of year without Continue reading not without
I wrote this to you the other day, Mom, but never posted it. But here it is… November 22/2016 I should go back and explain a couple things. You know we were never close in school. We were friends, peripherally. But, and this is hazy, there was something else between us. Out of all the guys from BealArt, why does he always stand out? Why … Continue reading Back To When Pink Was Pretty
After I’d spend the day occupying myself with a walk downtown. After buying Himalayan Salt at the market, after Sushi for lunch, and after wandering past the old BealArt stomping grounds (which is now a basketball court), after, I came home. But I was still wracked with this need to reach out to him. But I maintained ‘radio silence. I was silent. Completely silent. I … Continue reading That Man
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