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You were my silver lining...
The Jeep has been parked for a month and a day or few. I haven't smoked in the same amount of time. Soulfood and I have been walking everywhere there is to walk within walking distance. Scout and Zami frequently tag along. I've put miles between us, between the old and new life. It's been less about running away and more about strides in a new ( Read more... ) -
Fall Rising.
I miss words. The way they feel when you roll them together and paint a picture that still feels fresh years later. I've been wrapped up in writing for academia. While there is reward in nailing an essay, it does little for fingers aching to bleed out. Maybe the truth is that I'm not so sure that my silence is caused by academia. I have scarcely ( Read more... ) -
Living the meditation.
I have decided that it’s time to reclaim my journal, with purpose and intent. It has lay here for some time as wasted space and when not that, the chart of an individual relationship here and there rather than my experience with the world. Perhaps I feel confident to let it become about a bigger picture now because I feel more secure in the ( Read more... ) -
Omen and Absence
It’s time for stretching the fingertip vocal chords, the ones deep in the brain-matter folds between sanity and its absence. My mind and body are restless. Two days from now, I will be two years myself…in three months the rest of me will be thirty. Maybe these facts are to blame, but I can’t deny that the universe has been whispering in flutter- ( Read more... ) -
January 1st.
So, it’s 2009.
The idea of benchmarking the last year in words seems quite overwhelming and deafening. Life, living has been by the day to day. Scattered bits and pieces of what’s important here and there - the growth spurts and challenges of the kidling, the pups, jen, jen and I, and myself. It’s been negotiating the mess that is the babydaddy, ( Read more... ) -
It's time...
With the bliss of a calm and peace-nurturing weekend behind me, it seemed like as good a time as any to get my fingers back into writing form. It’s been too long.
Time has been flying in that way that our parents and grandparents used to speak of. That great disappearance of days and weeks, sometimes months. At last keystroke of life the leaves ( Read more... ) -
Autumn
Fall has been falling for a few weeks now. There are more leaves on the earth than those grasping to limbs. Puddles and puddles of them cover the ground, calling out to everyone, young and old, to come splashing and thrashing. They make their way into the house too, as if daring us to come outside and play. Daring us to dig out the rakes and sweep ( Read more... ) -
august falling
I can touch and taste the coming of august, with lips sealed and hands closed, each and every year. No amount of distraction or distortion can confuse my bloodlife, which slows in dread of its presence.
Psychology 101 might blame the intense motivations of sensory memories and cues. I’d have to argue that I’m too aware of this sub-conscious trick ( Read more... ) -
The, apparently NON-EXISTANT, Mister Jaide
Today I had one mission - get phone/internet service set up. For our home, for the new business.
Simple enough, so I called AT&T.
I spent over an hour talking to our not-so-friendly local service provider. Not listening to their endless spiels and products d’jour mind you. No. I spent all that time trying to prove my identity to Corporate AT&T. ( Read more... )