It's difficult to be moved by an abstract concept.  Death and horror occur everyday, but they seem so removed from my everyday reality.  However, I was surprised to hear about the shooting that occurred at Ft. Hood only 3 hours ago.  At 1:30 pm, around 100 miles to the West of where I am, 12 people were losing their lives (31 were injured) ...I was ( Read more... )

Nothing remains constant.  Take a blade of grass.  It begins as a seed; a bud appears and a blade shoots out of the ground; it sways and flows with the wind; gets eaten by insects, trampled on, and cut; and then it withers away and dies.  Even in a dead calm, when it appears to be static, it is aging; internal functions are making it grow or ( Read more... )

I live across the street from a school, and more often than I'd like I find myself coming home at 3:00, the time that the school let's out.  Today was one of those days.  The streets were inundated with soccer moms and other parents too concerned to make their brats ride school buses, and so I traveled down my street toward home at the brisk pace ( Read more... )

It seemed so appropriate, the night of my confirmation.  My dad was my sponsor and one of the few people who actually knew what I was doing.  He set it all up.  I believe that I was on my way to gaining black sheep status within my family, and it was important to him to remedy that, but I didn't mind the intervention.  I never have.  And so the ( Read more... )

I feel so ashamed of the morbid curiosity I felt this morning.  While driving to park behind Northgate we saw that College Main was blocked off with police tape, ironically enough, between Church Ave. and Cross St.  We went out of our way to walk by the scene on our way to lunch.  We saw very little - only a couple of cones in the middle of the ( Read more... )

The night air was saturated.  I swam in my sea of white cotton in an attempt to seek comfort, finally settling on a position.  The sheets were strewn about - pillows wedged between my legs and arms to keep one hot and clammy surface from touching another.  I laid on my side, staring at the fish on my night stand, taking in the moment.  He stared ( Read more... )

I keep thinking that there must be some lesson to be learned here, but really I know that I've come out of this situation learning nothing.  I'm still bitter about what I call a betrayal by my closest friends (mainly friend), when my logical side knows better...or at least would like to think it knows better - it's still feeling a little betrayed ( Read more... )

It's so difficult to pass on information without also passing judgment.

At the end of Boswell Street,

The grass is green and the air smells sweet,

The children laugh during daily play,

And the animals sing with no words to say.

Their voices float to my retreat,

Through the window to my desk seat,

Accompanied by the occasional breeze,

With intentions to put my warm climate at ease.

For toward my lofty dwelling rises all of ( Read more... )

I've been wanting to post for a while, but every time I get started on an idea my writing trails off before I come to a satisfactory finish.  I'm disappointed with this creative dry spell that I'm having, especially because not so long ago I was very enthusiastic about a more substantial idea, that has temporarily gone by the wayside with my entry ( Read more... )