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 […]
Continue reading →Why isn’t there any music playing in the Looney Bean this morning? Without the droning pop or Christmas tunes I’m left to take in the busy fan-hum of the refrigeration units, the coffee grinder, the juicy weekend gossip of the baristas, and the weather reports from the old-timers at their corner table. None of the […]
Continue reading →I helped an old man with a wobbly cane today carry a television with a built-in VCR out to his car. Funny how a 20-year-old, tubed, thirteen inch television with a VCR seemed older than he in this digital stream we swim in these days. As I walked into the thrift store, I saw him struggling […]
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