Not like it's new.  Not like it's anything different.  Or special or out-of-the-ordinary.  Echoes of a Golden Age.  In my Backyard.  White out on a blank page of black paper, eating through to the other side.  Wipe it out.  All of it.  Because you can't think of anything else.  Nothing but this.  Nothing but white, black, white, black.  Wondering ( Read more... )

So I just wrote an entire entry about what's been going on lately in my life.  But then I decided that some of the things I wrote are too special to share.  Let me just say that, although the past week or so has been a roller coaster, it has been one I actually enjoyed.  I'm much happier now than I have been in a long time.  It's hectic and ( Read more... )

I hate July.  Not the heat or the sun or the humidity.  I hate the ocean.  Because I need it.  The dreams started last night.  Dreams of swimming for days.  Of turning into a mermaid and never having to breath fresh air.  Because there's nothing fresher than the sea.  Nothing more satiating, more gratifying than feeling water all over.  I wake ( Read more... )

Feeling too much.  Too much - anger frustration anxiety happiness sadness regret joy attraction loneliness isolation accomplishment - too much.  So I cried.  Lying on the floor sobbing and sobbing and sobbing and sobbing until there was nothing left.  And it boiled down.  I'm not good enough.  For whom?  he asks.  For everyone.  For anyone.  I just ( Read more... )

Afterward, he lay awake, soothed by the steadiness of her breath against his bare chest, amazed by her stillness.  He reveled in the small parts of her body.  She had always seemed so large to him, larger than life he thought, smiling.  He had never noticed how much of her was so delicate.  Pressed against him under the sheets, her body was light ( Read more... )

I used to ride this horse sometimes whose name was Cokes Ajax (weird name), but we just called him Ajax. He was this beautiful sixteen-hand-high buckskin Appaloosa Quarter Horse mix with what horse people call a blanket butt (meaning he had a white patch covering his rear).  His musculature was just about breathtaking, and his canter was smooth as ( Read more... )

Though I feel more akin to a modern Western Theravada Buddhist.  Kind of a mix of both...and a bit of Taoism.  But the thing is, the importance of the whole argument over whether there is a God/Goddess/Ultimate Deity becomes less to me every day.  It just doesn't seem to matter either way.

belief-o-matic

1. Secular Humanism (100%) 2. Unitarian ( Read more... )

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Gary:  jeremy hey  do i have social anxiety disorder
Jeremy:  no
Gary:  but i was meeting new people and it made me feel horrible.  like a train hit me and the train was angry and then it called my mom and told her i was a bad son.
Jeremy:  do you remember the last time you saw me
Gary:  like three ( Read more... )

Pasta of choice
1/2 c low-fat cream cheese
10-15 large shrimp
1/2 red and/or green pepper, chopped
1 c spinach, shredded
1/4 c broccoli crowns, shredded
1 1/2 Roma tomatoes, chopped
1 c mushrooms, chopped
2 TBS sodium-free Sun Dried Tomato Salad Dressing
1 TBS olive oil
Cook pasta.  Throw everything else in skillet on low heat until cream cheese melts.  Put ( Read more... )

Ain't nothin like a good night rain.  Rain can't wash away the dirt of a city like this one, but it sure as hell can clean the air.  My lungs can't get enough of the air after a rain like that.  They just keep breathin it in.  Like ice in my hot lungs.  Great gulps of it.  It's the same on winter mornings, when I wake up before the sun and walk ( Read more... )