Friday snuck up on me. My head is pounding. This is the second day in a row I’ve developed a headache in the late afternoon. Trying to think if I’ve changed anything that may be…
Date Archives September 2017
Stroke My Terror
You don’t want to go where this leads I dropped my airpod on your breasts You never give me your honey but the coffee you serve is the best I stroke my terror to find…
Why so glum chum?
And maybe it’s language itself that has disconnected us from our feelings. We are corralled into this constant striving to be happy as if happy is the only emotion worth feeling Why so glum chum?…
I want to feel more
It was a day of being everybody’s Yoda. A role of which I am ok with, but by the end of it, I’m mentally drained. Normally I’d pop on some tunes and veg out, but…
And that’s the trouble with poetry
I awoke this morning to the hammering sound of rain. Just what you want out of your Monday morning – dark, wet, gloom. I made a batch of strong, dark coffee to match the mood….
I hastily packed a small rucksack, grabbed some trail mix, and hit the road
I finished the The Lost Writings of Jim Morrison. It was an interesting journey. Morrison didn’t date his notebook/journal entries so the editors had to work extra hard at determine which writings belong to which…
Saturday night in the swamp
It’s been a relatively quiet day. You need days like these from time to time. My buddy Z stopped by for a couple of Coronas in the garden. We are of similar age. Consequently we’ve…
Christmas in September and Chasing Deer
Friday night. Pizza consumed. Beer consumed. No client facing work today. Instead I met Cherry, my new co-author, in town for coffee and cake and to go over the first draft of our chapbook. I’m…
Drink nectar with the gods
So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spue thee out of my mouth. – Revelations 3:16 I’m tired. So if I nod off please forgive me. It was one…
Staring into the void and getting nothing back
This is what we’re up against fellow blogging revolutionaries: This has to stop! We have to resort to guerrilla tactics and use the big boy’s strength against them! Bloggers unite. What if you looked inside…
I’m trying to be all Zen, but it’s not working
“If you’re not talking large numbers, what’s the point.” – paraphrasing Jay-z I think I may have made the damn near perfect cup of coffee this morning. Morning thoughts | #coffeetime #bw #photo A post…
Do I dare disturb the universe?
[perfectpullquote align=”full” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””]Everyone gets everything he wants. I wanted a mission. And for my sins, they gave me one. Brought it up to me like room service.;[/perfectpullquote] If you’re into your…
Some would call that being jaded
My day happened in fragments. I woke up with this question on my mind: What dream am I chasing now? One of the problems I’ve had over the past couple of years is trying to…
Our choices are half chance
I looked on my Goodreads app. I have 54 books in currently-reading status! My reading goal this year is 100 books. I’m on 19. I read according to mood or what I want to explore…
Movement on my mind
The more you move the better you feel. One of my intentions this year was to move more. I started off well, as you tend to do, but as T.S. Eliot wrote: Between the idea…
Long Live Blogging
I’m leading a rear guard action to bring back the personal blog – the sacred space to rant and rave and be yourself and express yourself. #blogging
To The Other Side
Let’s make a run for the spectators who hesitated at the moment of freedom, sacrificed all the books, all the paintings and the music. Burnt the old culture to the ground. It’s an impossible situation….
Are you feeling ok?
I can’t believe how excited I get about a book. I found a package on the stairs that had this in it: I could feel my face light up like a little school boy with…
Completely changed my worldview
Books are a habit worse than heroine for me. I can’t get enough of them. I read the preface of the Allen Ginsberg Journals this morning. I have yet to finish the Olson book, but…
I am doomed
I’ve been reading a lot of poetry over the past few months…Rimbaud, Robbins, Kaur, Broder, Addonizio, Bonta, Olson, Hanes, among others… what I am beginning to realise but have probably always known is that I…