Oh, thank you doctor for seeing me on such short notice, I’m such a mess here I tell you, a real freakin’ mess. My pleasure Mick, where shall we begin? It’s Mic, pronounced Mike like Michael and I sure as hell don’t know where to begin, you’re the therapist, you tell me where to begin, […]
Continue reading →What of purpose? With it, meaning, Without it, non-existence. What of purpose? Both are the same, Both are exactly the same. This is key, this is key. “I shall return!” he said, slamming the car door and heading for the library, a newly finished non-fiction clutched in hand. The blue Ford didn’t appreciate the rough treatment, […]
Continue reading →Shame on you Several months ago I was lying in bed watching a TED talk by Candy Chang. She had taken a blank wall on an abandoned building and painted it as a chalkboard, black with the phrase “Before I Die, I Want To” written along the top in large letters. She then left chalk […]
Continue reading →I am not a musician. I am no comedian. I don’t particularly like public speaking, what the heck am I doing up here? I don’t know, whispers the mic, I know what I’m doing here, open as I am, but you, you’re beginning to look foolish. The first time I was here I really felt […]
Continue reading →What…of…it… It, is not all it seems is it? It, while on the surface seems so Normal, status quo, Is underneath something else entirely. Its a bit off, spoiled meat, to Tell the truth… Ah the truth. What…of…it… It, is not all it seems is it?
Continue reading →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 […]
Continue reading →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 […]
Continue reading →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 […]
Continue reading →By the looks of it, the cola can must have been there a while, years maybe. The top side day after day squinting at the noon sun, its red color bleached now pink by strong rays, laying, praying for a cloud cover shade that might bring a drop of cool rain, warm reminiscence. What is […]
Continue reading →Astride the bicycle, a ride to work is a lesson in mindfulness. It’s early and the mind is still waking up, the air has its morning nip about it and the streets are crowded with others doing the same routine if but by different means. Distractions every one of them, but if you can maintain a […]
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