It’s happened before. Arrogance and fear combined to make humble pie. So I shouldn’t have been surprised when I locked my eyes on the first page of a book and immediately criticized and picked apart the author’s work. I chuckled… Read More ›
ocean
Stream of Words
Stream of conscious. Streams are a conscious thought, now. I used to collect tadpoles with my brother. I used to pretend the lazy water turned into rapids and my tadpoles were saved from impending death-by-rock-and-water. Just maybe, I saved them…. Read More ›
Life is a Holiday
Vacation. What does it mean to you? If you break it down, and no this is not a snooty Latin exercise (which we all know would be ‘acation-vay’), you have ‘vacate’ and ‘tion.’ Maybe ‘tion’ is pronounced ‘shun.’ Vacate and… Read More ›
Muddy the Waters
I’m afraid that, more often than not, there is simply no answer to the questions that break curiosity and surface in my conscious mind. This is particulary true when life throws one of its curve balls: so damn perdictable, so… Read More ›
eternal Domnation 