Vacant, Staring Eyes, I Know the Look

No longer do I desire to shut uninvited feelings down, at last I am beginning to understand,  all emotions do in fact, serve a purpose. So today I am letting the melancholy come. I am viewing sadness like a delicate flower in the palm of my hand, staring at the soft petals, discovering the tinges…

A Report Card On 64 Days of Blogging

Some days I’m not sure what I should write about here. This is my favorite place to write because it’s the space where I feel the least amount of pressure. And yet, just like with writing anywhere else, I can still get writer’s block. This morning as I sat, staring at the blank page of…

A Writer, A Strange Man & Personas

1. Sometimes I think I’m ready. Sometimes I think I am my own self enough to plug back in with the rest of the world. Go ahead, I say, it’s been long enough, ten point five months of absence from the daily grind, more than six straight months of abstinence from the online social networks,…

Trusting Less With Age

I notice, the older I get the less I trust. Probably, it was the result of youthful naiveté, but I used to trust more. Now? Much less so. New situations, new people, machinery, restaurants, commercials, movie reviews, book reviews, commentaries, predictions of any kind, weather reports, special effects, history, television news. You name it, unless…