Where I’m At Right Now

I've busted my ass to get where I need to go, and I'll bust it again to get where I'm going.

2017 will absolutely be another year of transition for me. I am basically starting my life over. A reboot, if you will. How many have I gone through already? I’ve lost count! I asked for this. I very easily could have stayed where I was, 527 miles from my family with whom I am reasonably close to, professionally stagnant and…

Silence (2016)

silence

I had the pleasure of seeing Martin Scorsese’s newest picture, Silence, at the Red Rock Casino Regal Theatres yesterday. I got my pass through Gofobo. They are reliable for complimentary movie tickets. As with anything free, always arrive as early as possible, even if you have to sit around. I arrived 15 minutes before showtime, and I ended up in…

Come & Get Your Black Heart: A 2016 Mixtape

Come & Get Your Black Heart

2016 has been a crappy year. Lots of good things happened to me, but my personal joy was overshadowed by everything going on in the world. I wish I could ignore everything that did happen (presidential election results, Aleppo, spike of celebrity deaths, Orlando, among many other things) but that’s not how I was built. I have heard it put…

Brand New Day

I took the yellow brick road, clicked my heels, and went back home. But I returned to a much changed world. I felt like a foreigner, needing a passport to cross state lines. I’m not even sure if I’m still in the same country. A Stranger in a Strange Land. There’s too much light and my eyelids hurt, burning with…

The Glass Bottle

Murky sound, traveling under water Mellow yellow light fills my eyes Clarity of expression through my fingertips Urban attack, swank bank between my thighs Stay woke, fam. Independent study of the lines on your face Fellowship of the Pen, Return of the Queen Capsule learning, getting to know you Adrenaline to expel about The disease that Binds me to this…

lady of the lies we tell her selves

You’re too friendly; You’re not friendly enough. You shouldn’t wear that; Flaunt it if you’ve got it. You’ve got big hands, really tall, you play ball? Why did you do that? Why didn’t you say that? You deserved it; You let him do it; You didn’t stop him. If it was me, I wouldn’t; If I were you, it would…

Loving is Leaving and Coming Back Around Again

I’ve never been in love. Not like how the poets scribble, the musicians sing, we storytellers write bestselling novels about. Infatuated, yes; blind, justice; obsessed, hungry. I thought I loved my birthplace. Rose coloured glasses and all that. I left like a thief in the night, Only it was day (that much I recall) – An inauspicious Fourth of July,…

Pomegranate Juice in Three Parts

Sweet and sour, puckered tongues, and stained fingertips I had a great line here, but I deleted it in revision I tend to ramble and I drop in images from the things I’ve learned And I’ve learned a lot. So much crime in the world today, makes me wanna hide under the covers But you can’t stay there because you…

The Transitory Nature of Self

It seems as though I am in a constant state of transition. People come, people go, but nothing ever really changes. Perpetual motion until a greater force propels me in another direction. I ache to find stability in earthquake friendly regions. Why do I open myself to such heartache? I must’ve been a masochist in another time, another place Doomed…

I Don’t Like September

Wynn waterfall at night

I do not like September. With its cooling breeze and covered knees, Lyrically imprisoned in someone else’s dreams. It’s back to school, march one, two, three. I do not like September. Three steps closer to the end of the year. Which begs the question: where did it go? One happy little walk off a very short pier. I do not…

Ninety-Eight Degrees

Cliff's Edge

I’ve forgotten how to sing. The pen scratches paper but yields no wheat. I’ve lost my soul to someone else’s anarchy. Withdrawn lies under the symphony, But I gather no sympathy. Ginger seas rock to simple little melodies. Help me to remember how to sing.

Morning at the Office

Foggy forest

Stoic and upright in the throne The electric seduction of mechanically cooled air Blurs the punctured silence of ambiance Doors open and close above and below Never behind Leaves on the tree hover between a kaleidoscope of evergreen It’s time for a meal Patience knowing the wait is a little longer For the welcome respite of sixty tick-tocks Vocabulary reeks…

How we plan to take over the planet

Apples, 2005, Gustav & Ulla Kraitz.

At my previous job, I had Tuesday/Wednesday/Thursday off. Those were my days to do errands, chores, whatever. At my new position, I don’t have specific days off and my contract guarantees me a certain amount of hours. It evens out because I work day shift, so I have time to do stuff after work. But I’m quite often pooped at…