Days of Yore

Whatever happened to the days of yore when the sky tasted of avocado and wind was sweet with the smell of trust. What happened to then really? Some say that they packed their many belongings and moved to a train car whose tracks are submerged in just a few feet of water and whose trip is never done. I think about that place often with its clean air and billowing clouds that too often take …

We Forgot Purpose

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Observe Sally; she has found in a box in the attic a key. After holding the cold metal in her hand, it taking on her own ambient temperature, she considered the familiarity of the object. Its shape and weight. The strangeness of its teeth as opposed to other keys. Then it struck her. The shape of the reset port on her government-issued blinders. She rushed down the ladder and into the bathroom to stare into …

Strange How Strange

How strange it is to find this one sticky coin left where I was sitting on the couch. I was there watching the 1984 dune (The best Dune) and thought to myself “You know what would be just perfect here? Salsa! Some spice with my spice!” I got up obtained the salsa and chips and when I came back there it was the this coin. It sat there on my couch covered in a clear …

The Most Punk Rock Thing

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Who would have thought the most punk rock thing you could do as a man, would be to be faithful to one woman, marry her, and raise a family.

It’s a Placid Protection

It was all so normal. Normal in the sense that birds and smoke are normal. All so, in the sense that all my mind was filled with was birds and smoke. They crowded my senses and demanded answers from me. From me! The man that would be anything except what God made him. The stretch in my skull was unbearable and I feared that if it did burst it would flood the realm with everything …

Speak Up

First They Came

First, they came for Alex Jones, and I did not speak out—Because I was not Alex Jones. Then they came for shock jock and comedian, and I did not speak out—Because I was not a shock jock and comedian. Then they came for the conservative, and I did not speak out—Because I was not a conservative. Then they came for the white male evangelicals, and I did not speak out—Because I was not a white …

A New/Old/Eternal Identity

Panic, that is what this is panic. I sat at school. The teacher lectured and I twisted in upon myself. A panic attack. Was I special? My mind’s eyes sought metrics, and numbers to quantify my uniqueness. I scanned the darkness of my inner world searching for something real that I could put my hands on. Something that told me I was indeed worth the space and time I was taking up. Voices, so many …