It was earlier than either one of us should have been awake and the tapping rain on the windshield made me want to go back to sleep. The driver’s head bobbed with the jagged melody of the Chili Pepper’s Californication…. Read More ›
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The Sound of Our Souls
How often are our footsteps the only thing we hear? I’d venture to say it’s a rarity, living and working in the city, which is such a shame as the world beneath us is so large yet we seldom pay… Read More ›
Beautiful Ruined
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 ›
When Old Bridges Pass
The old bridge runs alongside the new. Like a shadow of my past crossings, it’s a stark reminder that nothing in this world is permanent. Piece by piece, they disassemble the steel, and each morning I glance over my right… Read More ›
Autumn’s Fall
Leaves change. It’s a beautiful thing, and an appropriate phenomenon for an oft used metaphor. The notion of a warm green leaf transformed into a bright-orange symbol of a cooler, damper, Autumn, can’t help but make one think that change… Read More ›
Bread Crumbs and Airports
Airports are a feeding frenzy for perspective seekers. I love airports. I do. Always have. Terminals pulse, day or night, and the tingling vibrations that match the flickers of the fluorescent lights always remind me that I’m going somewhere. It… Read More ›
Hawai-I Do
I can’t remember all the details, which is a shame. It was a week for the ages, a celebration of a commitment between two wonderful friends, an elation of the union we were actually part of, in a small way,… Read More ›
The Flying Curtain
The flimsy blue curtain dangled loose from its Velcro snap. I caught a glimpse of the other side as it swayed with the turbulence. Between waves of blanket blue, I spied warm peanuts and champagne. The curtain separated two classes…. Read More ›
Time Zones, A Poem
Well, in the name of putting myself out there, I’m posting a poem (I hear there is a cold front in Hell). God speed readers of eD. God speed. in the time zones the time knows when you sleep i… Read More ›
Steam Words to Taste
In moments of uncertainty, I remind myself that cold water can make warm water feel hot. The inverse is also true, walk out of a steam room in Bangkok and there is a good chance of a chill. Ah, like… Read More ›
eternal Domnation 