Month: September 2017
I might be a cybernetic organism
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….
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…
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…
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….
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
