Month: November 2017

  Tonight, I have drawn down the Moon for the very first time. It was an amazing experience. As an atheist, I cannot rightly explain just what all is involved behind the action, but I can say that it felt wonderful, and for the first time in quite a while, I felt peace. I don’t…

I am water. I glide downward in rivulets, becoming streams that rush together into waterfalls. I am the memory that was and will be. A forgotten ferocity cleverly disguised as a tear drop. This is my power. I am winter. I bring the chill of death. I tally the fruit that has spoiled. I put…

I just want to hug a dog until my heart stops hurting. I’ve been under massive amounts of stress the past 8 or 9 days weeks months years. Right now, I would love a warm doggy to hug and hug until the pain in my heart stopped hurting, until people would just leave me alone…

I find myself crying an awful lot these days. I’ve always been somewhat sensitive: romance films, greeting cards, and so on, but the real crying happens when I encounter something that either causes strong elation, or just troubles me deeply. Yesterday was Thanksgiving. I spent it with my family: my father, mother, brother, sister-in-law, and…

I’m sitting here typing this, and the house is quiet except for the lowered volume of the television pushing out “Alfred Hitchcock” reruns. Today is a national holiday, Thanksgiving Day. A lot has happened this year, and there is still over a month to go. A part of me fears the future, the biggest part…

I purchased a ring. I love rings, but I generally don’t buy jewelry, because as a caregiver I need to keep my hands, especially my fingers, free of anything that might get in the way should I need to act quickly in an emergency. It’s also impractical because I’m often wearing medical gloves, washing my…

Atop a bent back, sits a bruised and broken mind, Impossibly kind. Kindness is my fault, I give felicitations. Docile to the bone. What I am inside, Is the outside you see, for I will be me. Caged inside my mind, A pocket full of day dreams, Gray skies mocking them. Strangers narrow eyes, My…

Sometimes I feel like any moment death will come at me from around the corner. I sit here, and I drink my non-alcoholic beer (I don’t really drink alcohol, and it’s good for relieving gas pain in my chest). I sit here in expectation every night, that death will finally show its head, and I…

Sometimes I wonder if I’m more mentally disturbed than other people. I say “more” because not one person on this planet is “normal.” It might seem that way with the slick advertising, the herd mentality, and the pretense that civilized society sits atop a firm foundation, but in truth we’re all just kind of making…

“Merry Christmas, movie house!” “Merry Christmas, Emporium!” “Merry Christmas, you wonderful old Building and Loan!” We are in dire trouble, my dear friends. We’re living in a country ordered, owned, and operated, by Henry F. Potter. He assaults us from on high with his amoral declarations. He robs our pockets with the help of his…