Too Terrified to Write

Too Terrified to Write

In between the sea of black that is freckled with brilliant opalescent stars and the golden haze from the morning sun is the dark blue ocean of twilight. It is in this time before the dawn when you will usually find me sliding a backpack and trekking poles out of my car and readying myself for an attempt to ascend to a mountain summit. My thoughts are typically the same. It is very early. Why am I doing this? As I lock the door to my car and join a group of other similarly tired-looking hikers, I think, well, I’m already here, and I’ve made it this far.

Where Does A Thought Go When It’s Forgotten?

Where Does A Thought Go When It’s Forgotten?

Chaos of explosions has erupted around you in less time than it takes for you to blink an eye. As you draw in your next breath, an electrical circuit of neurons fire to create a fleeting contemplation, and without any record of this emission, it vanishes.

My Syndicated Life: Why You Should Start A Journal

My Syndicated Life: Why You Should Start A Journal

Sometime during the air of mystery that sparks ghost stories in late nights or early mornings, you’ll see me scribbling and hiding my pen and paper like Winston Smith of Oceania in 1984. It’s not for fear of Big Brother, but rather habit from having my little sister bust into my room like the terrifying 90’s classic Kool-Aid Man for most of my life.

The First Job I Ever Had

The First Job I Ever Had

The very first job I ever had was something I built for myself back in elementary school. I confess that It’s not something I can ever put on my resume. In fact, I was actually threatened with arrest at one point during the height of my business success.

When Thought Puzzles Become Art

When Thought Puzzles Become Art

I like to think that opposing thoughts are there to push the boundaries and shapes of the thought puzzles, and that these new pieces create even more structures and works or art.

#OctPoWriMo: Oct 24 – 31

#OctPoWriMo: Oct 24 – 31

He asked me what I would say to God if I could have any question answered, And I said that I would have little to say. If I had to go on living after the question I would endure the rest of a life substandard.

#OctPoWriMo | Oct 18 – 23

#OctPoWriMo | Oct 18 – 23

There we were still existing in a pause between breaths that attempted to move life forward. Our mouths were wide with smiles and our eyes frozen never seeing the day we grew apart.

#OctPoWriMo | Oct 12 – 17

#OctPoWriMo | Oct 12 – 17

I am one part of the whole of the entire universe, And I gaze up into myself and watch myself gaze back at me.

#OctPoWriMo | Oct 5 – 11

#OctPoWriMo | Oct 5 – 11

My second installment of poems for OctPoWriMo 2019.

OctPoWriMo | Oct 1st – Oct 4th

OctPoWriMo | Oct 1st – Oct 4th

I’m participating in the month-long poetry writing challenge. Here’s what I have for the first week. #OctPoWriMo | Oct 1st - Oct 4th