December 2009
2 posts
Rose Park
Rose Park Category: Writing and Poetry
INT. FRANK HOUSE-NIGHT ENTER:The family FRANK (Male Age 45-55 Anthony Hopkins; Tough as nails, and handsome to boot), his wife CAROLINE (Female Age 40-45 Beautiful lady with a tough Irish tone), their son JIMMY (Male Age 30-35 Brad Pitt; Charming and slightly crazy), SHERRY (Female Age 25-30 Vanity before sanity),...
4,3,2,1...
4,3,2,1… Category: Writing and Poetry
Here’s what’s going to happen, within the next year… year and a half; We’re going to discover another planet with life. I’m betting that some of their transmissions have already been intercepted, with all of the satellite technology in use today. I’m not sure if this is the...
November 2009
1 post
Walkin After Midnight
I always get a frightened feeling at night. It’s in my belly mostly, I can’t seem to shake it. I can’t even seem to comfort myself… at least not completely, mostly I just endure it until the sun returns. I can’t really even bring myself to write lately, it’s too scary. I don’t even know why, it’s like I can’t seem to open up. Maybe I should...
September 2009
2 posts
Oh Life
I went shopping today. Something about the toy isle makes me feel so awful inside. I want it to make me feel whole and happy, but it does not and it never has. It just makes me feel bad or sad or… I don’t even know, but it is the polar opposite of what I would expect it to make me feel and I even give myself permission to be a kid again and like all of that childhood stimulating crap....
Weeping Willow
I see differently now, things are changing. I am changing, I have changed. Into what I am not yet sure, but my perception is different than it was in the past.
In the past there were moments when I had wept and the grief was too big to bear. It passed through my consciousness like a giant Elephant, my grief that is.
Since then I have been afraid to cry, although I cried for years straight. When...
August 2009
4 posts
Forty Five Ninety Five South
Forty five Ninety five South Category: Writing and Poetry
I grew up on Poseidon Drive, forty five ninety five was the South. When I was twelve or so, somewhere around eighth / ninth grade, there was a murder up the street. I remember hearing “He cut her hands” and that still haunts me so much so that typing that line made my anus cringe. A...
Face Abrasion
Face Abrasion April 16, 2009
It’s tough to keep me quiet. Not because I’m some sort of bad ass, but instead because I am easily hushed. My fire is my only compensation. I have no other way to stick up for myself, and I feel it… you know? I feel when things are out of balance, but I don’t react as if things are simply out of balance, no… I react as if my survival is...
Seven Day Sesshin
Years ago I went on sabbatical at a Zen center, where they quickly capitalized on my electron skills and put me to work. It was a Seven day sesshin… “A sesshin (接心, 摂心, 攝心), literally “gathering the mind”, is a period of intensive meditation (zazen) in a Zen monastery. While the daily routine in the monastery requires the monks to meditate several hours a day, during a...
The Ghost of Tommy Cloward
It’s hard to write about my struggles, especially when I am consumed by them. I want so badly to share my shameless optimism, just my highs… you know. It’s hard to be real and let you know that I still struggle, that’s hard for me still. I am waiting for things to happen. God waiting is brutal. I try and escape this moment, but it just makes the wait even that much worse....
