2018

November 2, 2018

Emotions

This week, I’ve been working on a piece of self-paced e-learning for parents of children with special needs with my good friend Aimee Mann of Aimee Mann Mentoring. The e-course is called Getting Your Voice Heard. It’s a workshop she runs in physical space and is now converting it into...

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November 1, 2018

Dopamine tastes good

“I wish the real world would stop hassling me.” – Matchbox Twenty Ok, here’s goes the start of my 30-day blogging challenge. Why? For no reason other than wanting to start daily blogging again. I miss it as a platform for keeping up with myself. Like the old days. Plus I was inspired...

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October 11, 2018

as the wheel turns

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve destroyed this site in order to rebuild it. Reminds of the Good Place season 2, when has to keep resetting his personal block of Hell trying to get the main characters to stop discovering that they are, in fact, in Hell, not...

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October 3, 2018

Mom’s Amusement

imagine the slow-released madness placed under the tongue my friend and I have a bet that his face is too tight under his skin, a pale ghost milked by his masters to prolong life in the dark place where it’s too hard to see tomorrow, by now she could see...

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September 23, 2018

broken sun

a drop of blood in the stars divides the blue against the broken sun, the fiery light passes from hand to hand, gnawing on our bones in a corner of heaven

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July 16, 2018

some beach scratchings

This past weekend, we packed up the Outlander and headed northeast to King’s Lynn for a little camping excursion. The first one of the season. I know it’s late, but heck with the earlier weather not being the best and then vacation time in Fuerteventura, well the days and weeks...

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July 13, 2018

ignorance

can be yourself don’t bottle up the body, keep it open. when all self-identifications remain get rid of god. no self-definition, i am energy and bring nothing reality here, can i demand nothing when you want nothing, seek nothing expect nothing unexpected! a man engrossed prescribed by his scriptures will...

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July 12, 2018

shaking his shake like

I finally finished Jack Kerouac’s Book of Sketches. The story goes that in 1951, Jack’s friend Ed White encouraged him to do like painters do and make sketches in the street but with words instead of paint. And so Kerouac did. He began writing down prose poem “sketches” in the...

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July 12, 2018

god be sitting on a fence

god be sitting on a fence up the road i saw him peering at the traffic passing by then he wandered over to the tobacco shop said something to the barelegged boy leaning on the countertop adjusted his spandex shorts and left

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July 11, 2018

no glory

so i lay there playing with splinters in the late red afternoon the angels of paradise hidden in the mystery of my days leaning on warm wings sang to me sticks lie broken dead leaves gather dust i am homesick here in the ashes all i wanted was glory found...

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July 10, 2018

night’s leaves

on a pristine october afternoon i applied for a job begging at the ports all for the sake of feeling my way against the ghost of your truth my lies limed and loaded flowed easy riding the night’s last flicker of hope i was young i tried to capture you...

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