The Old Dump Speaks

If I do say so myself, what the heck is wrong with some folks these days? Here I am a recovering landfill. Yes, at one time I was an active dump, for sure some might’ve called me a junkie, but I’ve been officially closed now for several decades and have been trying to get back […]

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Nourishing My Creativity

A block, a wall, a dam. This is where my creativity has gone…this is what my creativity has become. Perhaps it was the recent cold snap, perhaps my warm scarf was too tight, noose-like, hypoxic neckwear.  You do have writer’s block don’t you? Yes, what now?  Where’d the little boy, Creativity, go? The imagination? My […]

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A Battle for Wind’s Affection

If I was granted but one glorious wish today I would surely forego the tempting but selfish crowning of my own head and use those precious words, uttered aloud, for something a bit more…altruistic. Everywhere I ride I see these things blowing around, reminding me of the ever-present headwind I’m due to face. So, upon my high […]

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