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? …

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.