The air was humid The void endless The stairs long The fanfare hollow A charming man On a solo trek Climbing slowly A weighted shoulder A square force Sadly hungry Eating to feed But no savoring Marching up No waving goodbye Just a wonder What wretched thing is […]
Dirty Worn out Broken Out of tune Standing still Swirling turmoil Splintered But yet not fallen Dusty Casted about Muted and unspoken Faded in a cacoon Hobbled Troubled Saddened Burdened A melody will rise A note will be voiced A sentiment […]
Sometimes you wake up on the wrong side of the bed. It sets you on a dark path from which its hard to pull back. That can certainly happen. Me? It doesn’t happen often to me. Not that my life is all songbirds and puppies. I think I […]
I hate arriving early to meetings. I just hate it. I detest it, as a matter of fact. Yet, I do it consistently without fail. Do you know how horrible it is to arrive early to meeting after meeting? Sure, I can pat myself on the back and […]
When you make it to 5pm and haven’t yelled at anyone, thought someone was insane, or managed to not bite your nails all the way down, it was a good day. Sometimes you look at your fit bit for the time and you think you are free from […]
Wanted clarity A set path But no light shone Just murky streaks What lies out there Is unknown But tempting And remains a possibility To see would be wondrous To know would be soothing But there is no lit path Only maybes hold fast To dream a fantasy A […]
To dream a nice dream To walk so there is sleep Sink into the pillow And suffocate through one’s aspirations Oh to dream and to dream Each waking moment an agony Each sleeping moment an aberration Bringing pure escapist delight To wash away […]
When I was a young kid, I maybe skipped school twice. I skipped it once to catch a New York Mets game. And it was so worth it. The thrill of being bad for something so innocuous was cool. Or at least I felt super cool at the […]
I have started making my son’s bed. Am I finally growing up? No. That’s my answer. But let’s rewind and take this from the beginning. I don’t make my bed. I just don’t care how rumpled a bed may be. Here is my thinking and philosophy […]
I have a never-ending love, craving even, of travel. I just got back from a trip and am looking forward to the next. I think of Willie Nelson’s song “On the road again” with great fondness not only because my mother loved it but also because I’m always […]
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