It goes back to an idea I had long ago, you and me, in a small A-frame cottage with a little outdated and antiquated kitchen on the ground floor that looked like something from an old dollhouse in 1963. It was as if this place had been sealed in a time-capsule and nothing changed, nothing had been updated, and its previous generation charm had managed to remain since the time it was built. The couches are the same, the small bedroom is Continue reading
Seeing Clearly
And one day, I woke up. I opened my eyes as if it were the first time ever and at last, I could see clearly. I took a deep breath and swore the lake in my mental mirror was no longer murky but at last, un-muddied, and finally reflecting the truth of a bright blue sky.
I was awake (at last) and the distractions Continue reading
Letters from a son: Dear Pop
I think about the farm most during this time of year. I think about the cold October and the snow, which began a few days before Halloween and the unsure fear I held when I walked in the main house for the first time. I think about the cold winter mornings on the farm and the early wake-ups, the fire watch detail in the middle of the night, and the barn crews that began before the sunrise, the punishment sanctions used to teach us lessons, the house Continue reading
Real Fiction: A Suburban Horror Story
It was a quiet night during the coldest part of winter. The sky was clear and the freezing wind was sharp against the skin. Billy walked through a series of familiar side streets and entered the side gate of a white-picket fence next to the detached garage at Mike’s house. It was way passed the midnight hour and the star-filled sky was accompanied with a full moon that shone down on this side of small suburbia.
Billy was Continue reading
Incidents and Accidents
I think the definition of the word “Accident” is the occurrence of an unexpected event; like say for example, a slip and fall down the stairs —or say maybe the unfortunate collision in a car. These are accidents. These are things, which happened without plan or intent.
I’m sure we all agree that accidents happen all the time.
I accidentally charged the Continue reading
Something I learned:
Interpretation and perception is not an accurate science and memory is not always an honest translation of what actually happened.
This is something I learned a long time ago, but the mind is usually a forgetful thing, so here is a reminder if what I learned.
I was young (about 12, I think) when my Grandmother passed away. I remember Continue reading
Sessions From The Balcony: Love Prose
It was early morning. I heard a song from my young adulthood long ago, which caused me to relate back to a time before I knew about love (or if there was such a thing). I thought of the time before I knew what it meant to have love for someone else. And by this, I mean to feel a love love that extends further than me or my family. One that is not seemingly mandatory or conformed to a Continue reading
This Is From Letters:
Safe to say, I’ve seen more than most along this trip. I met different types of people from different places, different towns, and different states. I began this journey just about a year ago now and more has happened to me than I could ever imagine.
This all began because someone told me, “If Continue reading
The Choice Dilemma
It strange now, to be on this side of the doors, I mean. It’s strange to hear the echoes of people speaking in corridors of a treatment center, which at one point; I was one of those voices a long time ago. It’s strange to be involved with the legal system on this side of the table and to be almost like a man in-between, almost like a translator if this makes any sense.
Not even one year into this new Continue reading
From Bedtime Stories: A Night With “The Rug”
It was a short hour before sunrise and I was driving home with the City disappearing in my rearview mirror. The night was behind me and so was the girl whose name I never knew and face I had never planned to see again. It was a long night, which was best defined by the time of year, winter, and Christmas time in New York. The City was all dressed in lights and decoration. The Hustle is different this time of year. The mood is different as well and snow swept streets, cold days and cold nights, somehow warm up easily in places like say, a coffee shop in Chelsea by 28th Street.
I was all over the place Continue reading
