Panic

There’s a room in my head and I’m trapped inside it. It’s dark, and there is a hurricane inside with me. I stand in the center. I’m caught in the middle of a whirling flurry of millions of tiny bits of paper. Each one of these fragments has words written on it. Answers. Some piece … More Panic

Thoughts on home

The word ‘home’ can be defined for someone in as many ways as there reasons that people have sex. It means different things to different people at different times. Home is a universal human commodity, and one possessing such common foundation for people that we pay extra attention to classify those who don’t have a … More Thoughts on home

By The Marina

Kicking my legs off the edge of the jetty wall. It’s warm, but with a tang or two left over from the long winter. Not yet a deep summers warmth. Lights from floating aircraft dance a ballet in the sky across the lake; an evolving constellation. There are a few stars poking through the luminous … More By The Marina

Capture

I finally understand the basis for the myth that if you take someones picture, you own their soul. As soon as I experience some wonderful moment (this morning: drifting ethereal piano while I slowly, achingly, become aware of warm early morning light on the stone outside the window while rising vented steam rises from a … More Capture