The stockings will not number again, the count of thirty-three.
The question is valid, the answers unclear, our future a coin flip of the human equation.
Ever a reminder that we are the water itself, and not the bubbles caused by the friction.
It is an extended loss, a wealth of the unknown, and often the inability to find closure or completion to everyday tasks.
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.
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.
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 […]
The media is slowly understanding their tenuous positions.
The rush to normalcy in a reactionary world Having been a casualty to the cultural, and genetic entrapment of addictions, it is not surprising that the headlines some would pass by, catch my eye these days. It is similar to the HAM radio licence plates, when I knew what they signified, I saw more and […]
A multi-faceted application of sticking your fingers in your ears and humming a tune. Sometimes you realize you are doing it, and sometimes… Not so much.