The Gift

Over the years many of my friends have seen the explosive fits and bursts of creativity and passion that have defined my life and its ever-tumultuous trajectory. Music, poetry, love, and the quest for knowledge (both factual and not-so-factual. See my previous post) have been the gasoline for my internal fire. Through different phases of …

Things/Stuff

I was talking with a friend the other day about stuff. All the things that we collect and ferret away into boxes and attics, basements and storage facilities. If your town is anything like mine, you will have noticed the proliferation of 'self-storage' facilities. What in the world do we need all this stuff for? …

Taking Sides

Pardon the interruption Just a different tack this morning. More of a journal/stream of consciousness thing. We will resume our regular Science, Sociology, Morality blogging in a few days. After posting some of my poetry yesterday, several people approached me on twitter to ask questions and tell me how they could relate to what I …

Remember

I need to remember Love once seemed magical To mean something Now, it seems All I can do is to remember remembering. What would it be to feel? What would it be if it were here, now? With me, not simply words upon a page I need to remember.

Nothing

Here lies nothing A simple thought From a frantic mind Sitting here on the edge So easily deceived Visions so grand Yet not to be believed Waiting to hear the truth Lips that have not spoken A promise soon is broken If I can yet feel it  Does that make it real? Holding in my …