Still one of my favorite things I’ve written in the last 12 months. It is All here. I turn my back. The Wind whispers poetry and passionate promises through Her riggings. She needs Him. Her love and passions are unconditional. Unquenchable.I look toward the sea and the Grace moored. Flags buffeted by the salt air… [Read more…]
June 9, 2011
Recently, I started an attempt to renegotiate the reality of my past in order to create a more authentic future. Most of you probably have a history of negotiating successful, open loving relationships in a more traditional mold. I haven’t, and as a result, many of the things others take for granted, I am forced… [Read more…]
May 26, 2011
Yesterday, I was criticized. It wasn’t even constructive. It is not a surprise actually. Everyone has critics in life: people who look and judge and tell you what you do wrong or what you can do better (or how they would do it better). People who respond with a simple “suck it up” or “buck up” or “shut… [Read more…]
May 4, 2011
When I started this little writing project the goal was to give internal pains an external form – a picture, a shape, an image and a few words. It seemed so simple. There should be nothing difficult about expressing these truths. But each time I sit down and start to write I choke and gag.… [Read more…]
April 24, 2011
The problem with being an emotional hoarder is that you never throw anything away. Which is after all, the definition of a person who hordes. Pretty soon there isn’t room for anything new because the old is crowding up the place. There isn’t room for new events, memories, people or opportunities. It is just like… [Read more…]
April 24, 2011
Everyone carries something: a wallet, car keys, pictures of children, spouses or their dog. Cell phone, MP3 player, credit cards, a purse and cash. Lipstick, condoms, mouthwash, floss or a toothbrush. Some people carry all of those things. I’m a material minimalist. I carry a clip that holds my driver’s license, insurance card, debit card, library… [Read more…]
April 15, 2011
A little poetry about imagining a fantasy based on mythology while ignoring reality resulting in futility and leading to humility.
March 23, 2011
“Then you should say what you mean,” the March Hare went on; “I do,” Alice hastily replied; “at least—at least I mean what I say—that’s the same thing, you know.”; “Not the same thing a bit!” said the Hatter. “Why you might just as well say that ‘I see what I eat’ is the same… [Read more…]
March 13, 2011
Still one of my favorite things I’ve written in the last 12 months. It is All here. I turn my back. The Wind whispers poetry and passionate promises through Her riggings. She needs Him. Her love and passions are unconditional. Unquenchable.I look toward the sea and the Grace moored. Flags buffeted by the salt air… [Read more…]
April 28, 2010
I hate suffering. I even hate the word. I hate the idea of being in love with suffering. Not just because I think it is stupid or a cliché – it is – but because as much as I hate to admit it, there are places in my life where it is true. “The truth… [Read more…]
December 3, 2011
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