Somewhere in the Middle

how much of meis made of machine?unfeelingstill feelingsomethingwhile time runs awaysomewhere in the middlepart of meblursI stayhanging in therestill wonderingwhat it is that’s missingsoon as I wake upI decide to shut down the dayi wish I could choosethe fragments so scatteredto let go or losecause it’s hardto play life by life’s own rulesand impossible to…

A fairytale ending

When will you catch up? I gave up on you, and it felt so good to be free again Don’t believe I didn’t feel your pain your pure longing your desperation I captured it all kept it inside of me like a live photograph I understood every human bone inside that kept your black cold…

The Podcast You Didn’t Know Existed

Basically, I’m putting myself out there and mixing my worlds. Ladies and gentlemen, I have been podcasting. I have a podcast. Would you listen and if you dare- share your thoughts? Just click: HereForAReason

Said you missed the last train

God, it’s great to be back. My other “creative” outlets are just one night stands compared to writing and continuing 79sparrows. I have not been writing for myself or pleasure for years. I have, however, continued writing in plain language at my place of business. In my line of work, I need to be creative…

It’s been a while

You were majestic to watch, climbing out of the trenches. The battles you watched, the wars you attended. Your presence was better than modern medicine. They wait for your attendance. You wait in the bathroom, it’s not about an entrance. Rather, an escape from the confines of your own mind. Outside, the room is buzzing;…

The Sunday Night Shitshow

  I took this picture in San Diego  San Diego San Diego…. Life back home in DC is giving me the blues.  Tomorrow, start time is 8am so that means I have to wake up around 6. Wtf.  So the weekly Sunday Night Bluesapalooza is in rare form.  It’s like Counting Crowes hit the stage…

In the Corner of Your Room, Can you Hear Me?

Here’s 2 new graphic creations for you to enjoy. “She thought she was dead” is a line from a poem I wrote years ago.  I came across it the other day while cleaning out my jeep, if that tells you what kind of organized life I live.   Upon discovery, I fell in love with this line. …