Boxing through to the light
Darkness calls The moon beckons Stark mind and heart Fight, fight, fight Box through the haze Find the light It is somewhere
Darkness calls The moon beckons Stark mind and heart Fight, fight, fight Box through the haze Find the light It is somewhere
We love our hero stories. We love our conflicted antihero. At some point we want an origin story. Why? How? One question we’ve been readily grappling with as a society is who is a hero. These days I’ve been a bit of a curmudgeon feeling that we bestow […]
This may sound odd. Everyone likes a compliment. Well, some curmudgeons may not. Compliments are a supposed desirable transaction. After all, one doesn’t get the latest handbag and put on eye shadow to not be complimented. Here’s another side to compliments. They also allow others to possibly to […]
On a lazy Sunday afternoon, I look and read the news wondering what is going on with us. I’m wondering in part about our collective sense of humanity. I read an article that said some businesses are closing for a day here and there to reestablish some semblance […]
When I become uncorked, I am way bubbly. And, for the record I am almost always uncorked.
“I HAVEN’T BEEN EVERYWHERE, BUT IT’S ON MY LIST.”- SUSAN SONTAG Adventure and exploration fill my dreams. This past year I have had many lucid dreams. These dreams have been so strong and vivid leaving me with a deep longing to go explore. I want to go back […]
As you make new friendships and relationships, you somewhat enter a blank space or canvas. However, you are not. You bring fears, goals, and mental handcuffs. You might bring scattered thoughts even on a solid foundation. One thing to monitor is to see if you are moving from […]
She was looking out at the window as the train quickly made its way through the countryside. She wanted to daydream living in each of these houses and structures. These buildings represented possibilities of hideouts. She desperately wanted to hide somewhere where she could make herself a ball […]
Sprinklers Killer blinkers Raindrops Mountain tops Tired eyes Pies of lies Bloodlines and flood tides Caught up in your mudslides
It may be I’m being cynical when I say the following. However, here we go. Everyone wants to be a hero. Or perhaps be called a hero. I have waxed philosophical on this point quite often. No need to regurgitate it here. I should note that there are […]