Monthly Archives: May 2017

  It’s 1:30AM. The middle of the night. That’s when the demons are their loudest. In my mind, they appear as a medieval stone relief, fanciful shapes from 13th century imaginations. The demons dance and mock me. They tell me … Continue reading →

The sun is the same in a relative way, but you’re older Shorter of breath and one day closer to death Time, Pink Floyd   The trouble is, you think you have time. Buddha   Every morning the sun illuminates … Continue reading →

When I was growing up in the 70’s, body art was generally limited to bikers, hippies, and those in prison. Somewhere along the line that changed. Now, even Republicans (at least those not previously in prison – see “break in, … Continue reading →

Life, I have found, often doesn’t give us much say. We are born to parents we don’t choose, in a place we don’t know, in a time we don’t comprehend and the first thing someone does is smack us on … Continue reading →