We put the Christmas tree up last night.
After being shoved in stores by overly aggressive shoppers, picking out a tree to fit the living room, tying it to the roof of my car, and then heading to the grocery store where manners and courtesy die at the entrance of automatic doors, and after Continue reading
“After this, I will never waste another day in my life.”
I held a set of keys in the palm of my hand this morning to remember where I came from.
And though the door that once opened no longer exists, I keep these keys to Continue reading
It is December.
I am looking down from a rooftop and watching the city move
with The Father over my right shoulder and the sun rising on my left.
I come up here often to contemplate;
I come to Continue reading
Once the bag was in my hand I forgot about everything that came before it.
I forgot about my worries. I forgot about the police or the things I swiped to catch my fix.
There are different ways to escape.
Some like to Continue reading
In the search to find myself and live in some kind of stable happiness,
I stumbled through the different crowds and behaved as different people. I performed, in a sense, and behaved as those around me.
But deep down, I knew there was no truth behind Continue reading
After 400 entries, I decided to start a new journal.
This entry is my first…..
I remove myself from everything I have written before, and though I may repeat my subjects, I will strive to be different.
After all, this is my commitment.
I made a commitment to Continue reading
The morning is rough on my bones.
I have to ready myself before standing up, and after I stand, I have to prepare myself because the first step is painful and so is the second.
Next, I approach the steps, which lead to Continue reading
And so the day ends….
The sun falls and the last of its light stretches in an orange and purple band along the horizon.
The weatherman says it is 34 degrees outside with a real-feel temperature of 27.
But I don’t mind
I love the sunsets on days like this. There was no work today, but my internal Continue reading
Sometimes….the best advice goes unspoken.
Sometimes, the most charitable thing to do is remain quiet.
Otherwise, good advice is wasted on deaf ears
After all, they warned me….
I was told, but I never listened Continue reading
Today, I am reminded of the years at 60 Meadow Street in the basement of my Aunt Sondra’s house.
On mornings like this one, Aunt Sondra would open the basement door and call down to my cousin Craig and myself.
And while wrapped in the daybreak hours of a quiet sleep, Aunt Sondra would call down, “Good Morning,” in a calm but emphasized tone.
Her words carried down the stairs and through the corridor like a boom to the still resting.
This meant it was time for Continue reading
