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When I Grow Up
When I grow-up, I want to be a Sedaris. It would not surprise my audience to know that I want to be like the famous humorist, David Sedaris, whose witty pieces are snuggling into many bookshelves right before the name “Thurber”. I do relish David, even find him inspiring, but the locus of my fixation is another Sedaris: Amy. David’s younger ( Read more... ) -
Excerpt: May 8th 2011
A reasonably edited excerpt from a handwritten journal I keep sometimes:
It is a week later & I am not going to feel sorry this time. I'm not sorry I was sick and did not journal or write because sorry doesn't change a thing. I'm not not sorry I was suspended for performance issues [or that] I am resigning from P&R Tuesday because my loyalty cost ( Read more... ) -
New Character
My name is Tony [ ] and I slay corporate dragons. That might sound cliché but someone has to live legendary in the face of epic evil. Some might call it hyperbole or even shameless bluffing to say that they save the world one wet-land at a time. If you think about it, every wetland is a piece of the world and these habitats are one ( Read more... ) -
Fingers Do Not Lie
I considered the implementation of a short, frequent thought-piece series to my routine. I thought more frequent short pieces might coax casual readers into a shallow dependence, making them unable to resist reading the entirety of longer posts. Some of my longer entries have uncoiled like juvenile anacondas pushing apart the glass of a cheap ( Read more... ) -
Day-dream Combo
I am usually so busy trying to be profound or venting my emotions that I never take the time to document all of the interesting reveries that I have during the course of a day in the apartment ( Read more... ) -
The Beginning...
Just a teaser for interested night-owls. Feel no obligation to read unless you want to dish-out some criticism and help the project along.
Gotta start sometime and putting-out another introspective journal entry was just not the way to do it. So, I bit the bullet:
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F.O.S.: The Day Before Ground-hog Day
To readers old and new, I say “greetings.” Welcome to Fortress of Solitude. You may have liked Quest in Cold Metal better for a title but a name change now and again helps to keep interest alive. In this case, the name change is meant to cultivate attention where it has gone dead. A perusal of my archives might show why such a ( Read more... ) -
The Color of Our Eyes
The Color of Our Eyes
On a restaurant deck by the river,
a lamp ignites with a stutter and I pluck a feather
from the railing to be tentative with, holding back
my answer, twirling it ‘tween my finger-tips ‘till
you fuse your gaze with mine
and say “I’m a good listener”.
An iridescent hint flickers from the feather
and the flash from your eyes floods my ( Read more... )