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…
Tag: Loneliness
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…