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A Yellow Easter Egg
There is a yellow Easter egg in the closet of my office room. It has been there since Sunday, April 8th, 2012. You took me to your family Easter and we had a delicious lunch. I was welcomed with kindness by your family and we were both excited I was there. I know I was at least. We got to go on a small Easter egg hunt. I believe there was ( Read more... ) -
Tonight's Thoughts
My regrets are a mile deep, while my aspirations are merely inches tall. I'm 37 years old now, going on 38 real soon. I don't understand life or my place in it any better than I did all those years ago when I was a frequent writer. That may or may not be true. With certainty, I feel as if I have wasted over a decade of my life. Maybe two. ( Read more... ) -
Renew
I want to start writing again.
I don't want anyone to read it.
But I do.
This is a good enough hiding place.
What's writing without the risk of readers?
I miss it.
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Let's celebrate! My blog is 19 years old
(I remember when this was my favorite thing)
I remember when I used to love to write.
I remember a lot of things.
I remember the way I used to be.
And I like the way I am now better.
But I don't write anymore.
I don't like that.
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Usually this time of year I find myself in the middle of a mad dash to figure out what's next. Summer is my busy season working at both The Frog Tavern and the S.S. Lillypad II. Things wind down by October and by that time I ultimately find myself full of ideas and totally worn out. I commit to a week or two of no obligations, end up drinking ( Read more... ) -
Something Wild
That last post was something wild. I haven't reread it, but I know it was all over the place ( Read more... ) -
A New Chapter? A Whole New Book
Here I am, returning to a forgotten corner of the internet, weak, weary, and unsure. I've long forgotten about writing, and about almost anything else I used to care about. I remember being lost and sad before. It used to be the theme of things here. But not like this. Not like now and the last several years. I don't even really know who I am ( Read more... ) -
Dreams
You wake up. Brush your teeth. Check your phone. No messages. Eat breakfast. Read the news. Nothing good. Do a couple pushups. Take a shower. Think about the past. Think about the future. Eat a banana. Go to work. Stand around. Have a drink. Clean some shit. Go home. Read something. Sit around. Go to sleep. Dream. -
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On the first day of the fifth year, he recalls the love he felt the moment he held his mother's hand, looked in her eyes, and watched her die. It was an instant and an eternity. Space and time washed away and there was only love. He remembers it from time to time, especially on this day, and he can still feel it. It's the most important thing he ( Read more... )
