I have not written in quite awhile. It’s still a daunting task, although completely of my own making, to write and the potential of many seeing what I see. Laughable. There are very few who read this, I know. But one never knows. I have to write about the vacation – the stories, the fun,…
Read MoreMonth: June 2004
Those who have ears to hear, let him hear
There’s an ache in my side, a slight jab, a constant rub. My eyes sting. Everything is salty and sour. It’s only Wednesday and I’m ready to retire and sleep away the days, unshaven and smelling like old onions. Maybe you’ve realized this, or maybe not. No one really hears. They watch. They listen for…
Read MoreCounting shells
Hourly the sounds of ocean waves crashing, the musty clear breezes, gritty sand whipping on my face become fading memories given for a brief time. The sounds and smells of home clutter the senses of relaxation and all but devour the peace of having nothing to do but wake, walk and lay in the sun,…
Read MoreGet me away from here I’m dying
I don’t want this anymore. Adulthood. Responsibility. I just want to walk down the sidewalk into the trees, past the highways, to a stream where I can just sit and stare at the sun ripple over the currents until the dark quiet — where I can sleep and forget who I am, where I was,…
Read MoreWe’re all getting older, but I feel even older than that
It’s been a whirlwind week. I’m 32, as of Tuesday. Not a big deal — but my beard has spontaneously sprouted white hairs. My neck seems to constantly hurt. I mysteriously forget the most basic of things – but I think I did that before. Maybe. I was able to visit with beloved friends and…
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