Hemlock
Sitting. Staring at blankness, hearing the fan knock woodenly as it’s rotation reaches an end point. There is a ballpoint pen in …
Sitting. Staring at blankness, hearing the fan knock woodenly as it’s rotation reaches an end point. There is a ballpoint pen in …
The room was dead silent. Nobody spoke. Everybody was stunned by the stream of consciousness that had gurgitated out of my throat.
It was a lovely day in “September when the leaves come falling down.” Karen and I had not been married …
And no sooner did I hit “publish” of my last blog entry then I found myself in the bathroom playing …
I arrived at Blue Lake agitated. Agitated, irritated, scared, anxious, worried, my mind all bundled up like a ball of …
A tale of Dukka Dukka and a moment of liberation. When I arrived at the garden my head was full …
I have a closet full of things I don’t really wear and I have a mind that is full of …