Reading is such a pleasure-filled activity. There’s nothing else in the world quite like getting into a good book. The reader gets involved, starts to exhibit emotions towards the characters, and cares about what happens next. We can gather some life lessons from reading. Caring about what happens next might be a sign, in life,… Continue reading Reading the lines.
It’s no fun getting older. We can all attest to that. However, the alternative means ceasing to exist, at least as we know it. We think of dying as leaving: exiting our bodies, being severed from our loved ones, and, the hardest part, for me, possibly not being able to have my own thoughts. Of… Continue reading Getting older.
Seeing Air Supply was amazing and I saw them by accident, really. I had intended to go see Chaka Khan, but her show was sold out. I was disappointed because my soul, my creativity, needed a live show. There’s something about music that’s so inspiring and so joyous. These guys were entertainers. They’ve been together… Continue reading Making Blogs Out of Nothing at All.
The Cantrip I am the red phosphorus and the surface it’s struck upon I am the motion; I am the striking I am the oxygen, the chemical reaction I change to white I ignite After all’s said and done from dawn until omega each tide forever the ebb and flow from alpha to moon rise I am all encompassing flame I am burn living among matchsticks
Valentine’s Day is this hearts and candy day where we’re supposed to express love to our sweethearts, to loved ones, to everyone, really. When I was in grade school, everyone brought in a card for the entire class. On this day, no one was allowed to be left out. Even the kids who were bullied… Continue reading Humans and love.
Reading Bukowski makes me feel like I belong in this world. His writing makes me feel like I’m never alone and that someone else thought like me and was lost in the same way I am. Someone else was lost in society, bogged down by the way things ought to be and the way we… Continue reading Lost.
I encountered someone named German today, but he also had a middle name. So was the person writing on his behalf calling him by his given name or noting that he is from Germany? Then I got to thinking: what if people called me American before my name? I hate to say my mind went… Continue reading America?
⅓ of a Songwriter, ⅓ of a Writer & ⅓ of a Photographer
