Have you ever been through a Divorce? Well, Divorce dictates changes, in your life. Some you choose, some are chosen for you. Changes might include things like your address, your bank account, but also day to day things like how you spend your after work hours and who you spend those hours with. In my … Continue reading The Little Book that Could, Not!
That old man is staring at me again, blue eyes like beacons burning into me, searing my soul. At first, I think I know him, then not! Does he know me from before? Did I meet him long, long ago? I did not mean to look in the mirror, it was a mistake. I have … Continue reading That Damned Mirror
Nested between the heartbeats, you first heard the song of life, ba whish, ba doom. You can hear the song again, you just have to listen to the silence just below your hurried life. So loud in its clamor, yet so small in its reach. In the womb, you heard ba whish, ba doom, and … Continue reading Heartbeats, Ba Whish, Ba Doom
Mr. Peterson looked at me through a veil of white and silver hairs, hanging just past, below, and above his piercing green eyes. His eyes seemed to burrow into everything me, into my darkest recesses. Peterson's heavy face had at least 5 days of unshaven white and silver hairs. I had just arrived in my … Continue reading A Son with No Father
Covered I am. Quite warm and content, I be. Not needing to eat or want or breed. Lost here beneath Mother Earth for far too long I am. One with the worms and beetles and knots of the roots above. Sent here so long ago, time has no meaning nor borders for me. Once, I … Continue reading My Blankets of Time
Timmy, as you get to be twelve and a half, let me tell you about the world and where I would like you to be. I know, I am old! You know it. But, along this path of life and misery, I have learned a few things. Oh, you have all the youth and energy, … Continue reading Earn, While you Burn
I took to resting my feet in the shallow waters of Stones River late this day. Pulled my boots right off, and plopped those footsies straight in to feel that cold water. I felt something sticky in that left boot; the one missing a heel. I knew it was my blood but was really hoping … Continue reading Send Me A Dove
You know, I never thought I would live this long. Hell, at 12, I thought the guy down the street, 16, was mature. He had big muscles, a beginning mustache, and bragged about girls he had had. He told me lots of shit, and I believed it. My teachers at 40 were ancient, directed me … Continue reading A Soliloquy from an Old Guy