In this moment

I feel like life is passing me by. Every few days something marks a milestone, a birthday, an anniversary, or a new year. And each year I de...

Last days of 2014

It was a beautiful day, the sun beat down I had the radio on, I was drivin' Trees flew by, me and Del were singin' little Runaway I ...

Grief

I did not pine when I lost my love, for what is love save chemistry and comfort, it can be substituted . I did not mourn when my hopes were ...

An Insecure Writer

I came across this blog of an author that had a page dedicated to this loose community called the Insecure Writers Support Group .  I need i...

Dark Dream...

Looks can be deceiving... A simple farm boy from tiny village... who knew what I would one day become. Who knew my hunger would control my d...

A Decade of Procrastination

Fear not, for the decade of procrastination is past us. The new millenium brought in a new age, an age of boredom, inertia and morbid indiff...