Old Ballard

Have been navigating medical issues. Writing is difficult to finish at the moment. My old neighborhood liked this though. The rumble of the train, and the bellowing of its horn, would sound around the end of day, in this place that I was born. The Olympics would be all aglow as the Sun did take its […]

Changing Signs

The signs we put up at first are right on the edges of those places of thought, right next to the addictions, those destinies of disaster.

Afraid to Be Happy

Those same automatics that bring about relapses because of what I describe as that other definition of H.A.L.T., as half assed lazy thinking.

The Gravity of Time

It is an extended loss, a wealth of the unknown, and often the inability to find closure or completion to everyday tasks.

Conflict’s Illusion

Conflict in all its forms has been in my thoughts these last few months. Brought forth not only from the ravages of a world out of tilt, but also by the inside ones that hide amongst everyday actions and thoughts.

An Army of Our Dead

There is no end that justifies this means. There is not a rational, and thoughtful way forward that incorporates this snapshot of loss, anger, and frustration we have today.

Building Babel

Modern communications biblical lesson No, I don’t like using religious imagery as I try to convey my stories. Yet, the very communication itself is perfectly associated with that piece from Sunday school readings, and billowing Preachers aiming at keeping the messaging on point. Genesis 11:1-9 tells us the story occuring in the land of Shinar […]