Category: The Journey

  •   hemmed in on both sides shallow habits break my will channel compassion

  • It's not sinking in. The mess you made and the message left to explain it. Oil and what? Night and day are at it again. We may as well face facts: the world revolves around someone else's plan. Our best efforts to saturate the landscape with each other's blood isn't going to change the course…

  • There is no magic. No need to live in seclusion with esoteric texts to break down. The library in your head works just fine. Go ahead, try it. Close your eyes and let memory transport you to: – the cedar tree fort and the way its sweet pungency hit the back of your throat; –…

  •     action trapped in doubt overthink each easy piece skate around the truth

  • I can tell you how it all goes down, but do you trust my memory? What hasn't happened yet brews in the back of someone's head and I know/remember/hypothesize what comes next. Don't worry about how you come out in the telling of it all. The whole thing's a fabrication. Time makes sure the script…

  • There's magic stoppered in those dark shiny bottles. Thing is, not everyone gets a swig of the wisdom. A lot of folks swallow the hook and well-rehearsed line and thank their luckies they sidestepped the pain. Little secret? The pain is what loosens our spines and gets us up on out of here. Here is…