Broken, Unbroken

These days are a blur, in some respects.  A whirlwind and yet standing still in some ways.  Like watching a top spin on the table.  Fixed, and yet eyes lost in the swirls of motion.  I run a lot these days.  I need to.  I like to.  And when I run, my body breaks down…

Spiral Bound

I love notebooks.  Fresh, clean, uncracked, shrink-wrapped and writerly looking notebooks can fill up my bookshelf any time.  And often they do.  They represent for me the muses uncertain, the unmarked critical point, a playground for the inspired, the unknown…the Great Unscripted, if you will.  And yet they sit unused. Brimming with potential, but reduced…

The Unheard

I once read about a local man who died in his apartment.  He owned lots of cats, many who were feral and sick.  The man lived in a filthy dwelling and was a loner.  No one knew he had died, and once the miserly bits of food were gone, the cats, trapped in the house…

Spider In A Box

No man is an island…except for Freddy Madagascar. That was one of my dad’s go to jokes.  I didn’t think much of it when I first heard it, but gave it a good chuckle (still makes me laugh today, actually).  But in looking back at my old life, I could see that the joke was…