Today, I fear, is going to be little more than a rant.  And, it may well be my last post for a week or so.  See, me and technology have...

Early morning mental acrobatics.  Desperately trying to wind my mind around the task of giving constructive criticism.  This has become...

We truly lost ourselves when we started judging how we feel.  Emotions are not good or bad in themselves.  Being in pain is no more right...

As I shift, so does my clock.  If only I could make it stop.  Catch that dragon’s tail.  Catch my breath. Why can’t time ebb and flow...

Nothing is truly static.  Even the hardest stone’s molecules dance.  Likewise, as I decelerate into depressive states and become...

The “damage control coordinator” longs for retirement.  It has been a long run.  At least thirty-five years of service.  I think we have...

I am submitting my first three works for exhibition today.  And, I have spent the better part of the past five hours trying to finalize...

The tap didn’t turn on this morning.  It appears to be waiting for me to actually to do something about that.  Like an aging tenant...

I find myself shaking my head almost constantly these days.  As much at myself as the next person.  I fear sanity has left us for good. ...

The dark, early morning creeps in like a thief.  Four-thirty AM likes my company.  And, my body betrays me, almost without fail, by...

There is something about having plans that is so comforting.  Even though they never come off without a hitch.  Waking in the morning...

Thursday was a day, kids.  I actually wrote a lot of this that day on my phone while I travelled home in transit.  Writing is one of the...

Really no different from any other day.  Every decision is like a double-edged sword with no hilt I must carry by balancing on the tip of...

A few years back, I found myself in the hospital for a few weeks.  While “doing the ‘Descartes'” as I liked to call it, it dawned on me...

Monday morning.  Lacking substance.  The “real world” had me on hold before 6 am.  In a queue of sixty-two, I juggled notions of many...

These days, when emotional tears rise, they are preceded by a burning pain that shoots though my ducts.  Like some blast that had to...

I have long been a believer that I, and many like me, fare much better using cannabis, combined with therapy and ongoing psychological...

Gazing in the morning haze.  Contemplating the transformation of decay.  Heat and moisture, rising mist, leaving dead foliage to mulch. ...

Am I on fire?  Purging?  “Cath-art-ing” my way to myself? Yesterday, I stopped stopping and let all of my hot air lift me like a great...

Embryonic thoughts in stasis hang, like stalactites, in my cavernous subconscious.  Waiting to be gestated.  Slowly growing over time. ...