Some thoughts before bed.
Balance. Such a simple word. Such a complex ideal.
The work season is over and I have returned home. Outside my window the city churns with the same ragged beat it pulsed when last I was home. Sirens wail. […]
time has stopped it is 7:30 not my time hers the simple math makes her older the experience makes me younger what we feel makes us eternal
Not broken, perfected.
When I was just a child, a period of my life that lasted far longer than you might think and transitioned directly into the “old dude” (or “Wise Sage” as […]
beside the chipped paint of this aged mansion a bird the size of...
There. Just beyond the dirty truck that pays my wages. Beyond the pump jack that draws the oil in homage to greed. Beyond the quarry I load rock from to […]
Peace, if only for a little while