Cant sleep wrote a poem.

Over the ringing in my ears I hear the gears grind in this cheap red clock. Ticking away the night and every second of rest and peace my mind craves. Ticking through my thoughts of things never said and should have and things said that shouldn’t have been. The heavy weight of darknes and time…

Deep in the Suburbs and Isolated: a poem

Isolation used to be sought. Hours spent driving to the country for peace and quiet. Now it`s dreaded in a metropolis of over a million. Divided by highways and miles of surrounding parking lots and the distraction of television and social media. It’s an isolation of sensory overload without any real quiet. The local woods…

Shapes of Things

Take a walk and look at the shapes of things and the art nature makes.

Unfriending a Facebook Friend

Can you stay friends in “real life” after you decide you can’t be Facebook friends? Sometimes I enjoy the company of somebody but seeing what they post on social media and always being connected is just too much for various reasons. When I’ve unfriended people they took it as being out of their life. The…

Two Years of Blogging Today

I started writing again two years ago today on the advice of a Facebook friend I found on Craigslist and never met in person. It’s funny how often people come and go out of our lives and what a huge influence they can make and how easily their names are forgotten. Any stranger on any…

Holiday Solitude

I see the holidays as people standing in long lines and going in debt over gifts that will be forgotten and fights in parking lots and extra traffic and so much stress with hurrying ┬áto recreate a Christmas that just doesn’t exist anymore. The world moves too quickly in most months and with December its…