Archive for March 2017
The Bits of Me
Sometimes there are bits of me that scream energy, a fierce kind of passion. Those bits rise and carry me with them and the tingling at the back of my neck and my hair rising and full with goosebumps. But they die quickly. The most of me is afraid and quivering and hiding. Full stop.…
Read MoreLiars
I missed the last full moon of the winter. The clouds covered the sky and hid that big, glowing orb so that the only light above us that night wreaked from the town, a spirit bouncing on the underbelly of the clouds laboring to get outside, and the moon above it all moving through the…
Read MoreA Penny for the Old Guy
I spend a lot of time thinking about impractical stuff. I’m not often losing sleep about what to make for dinner or cleaning my truck, things that would be really useful. For me, thinking is mostly in the clouds, and I’m losing sleep because of it right now. I’ve spent years trying to figure out…
Read MoreThe Old Dog, Again
The old dog panting at my feet. She’s uncomfortable. She always is. We think she can’t really feel her hind legs, and we think she has pain in her spine in the rear, her tail bits. She can’t tell us this of course, we’ve tried to become canine mind readers. She pants, and I reach…
Read MoreConnect the Dots
My normal M.O. isn’t to prattle on about spirituality, but I came across something last night that caught my attention. I’ve been thumbing through a book titled We’re All Doing Time, written in the 90’s I think by a guy trying to help prisoners find spirituality. His emphasis is mostly eastern meditative practice, but he…
Read MoreThe Shakes
Some days I live without framework, without structure, in a world where the laws of physics and matter have no hold. I see buildings melting into people on the street, music intertwined with the frantic and nervous tapping of my heel on the floor. My thinking isn’t there, my mind is weak, my heart washes…
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