#PostADay seems to be working for me and I am really trying to figure out why. On the face of it, promising to do A Pos...

It smelled of old coffee. So many things do.

My finger ran across the dry skin feeling puckers and bumps that I could...

What I remember most was the chain. It was huge. Each link in it, bigger than my skull. It snaked out the back of a mass...

For me, this year began with a resolution to simplify, to reduce the noise that I felt was affecting my day. I knew this...

I sat this morning as the sun arose, drinking my coffee in the near silence of the morning. I had not yet drawn the curt...

Like many other blogs across the web, this blog automatically sends out links about new posts to various social media pl...

When you suddenly remember that your website is run by blogging software and the last blog post was about 9 months ago, ...

It takes a firm twist to make the top of the pot come free. Once it starts to move, it turns smoothly in its groove unti...

Sometimes, blogging can seem to get in the way of creativity.

Tearing one’s self away from substantial projects long e...

“One day, I shall come back. Yes, I shall come back. Until then, there must be no regrets, no tears, no anxieties. Just ...

I see
what the fire
reveals of your eyes.

Your soul
golden
agasinst the brown of your skin
makes itself known.

A...

for you i wait not longingly contently completely utterly still within knowing that one day you and i we will be

I wake With my fingers moving Across the coarse cotton of the bed Toward a notion of you. Breathing deep I dream your s...

inside
there is a space
that aches
of a ghostly hollow
yet to come.

a future memory
of a piece
of myself
yet to...

The emails over the last few days have been a bit overwhelming.

Just to be clear, though I may continue writing these...