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The following was written when I did not know how to write, to know, or to properly follow useless activism. * I’ll admit it. I’m ignorant of a lot of things that go around in the world. I cannot say I have known war. I cannot say I have ever known overwhelming suffering. Unlike so … Continue reading
The bed covers curled away from Vaughn’s fingertips as he awoke to the sounds of Bach. Yesterday it was Beethoven. The day before, it was Mozart. Today, though, he knew that the symphonies crashing through his window could only mean one thing. Today was the Day of Celebration. Vaughn stretched himself away from the warmth … Continue reading
I’m drunk. Maybe that’s not the best way to begin a post, and perhaps it is a forewarning of what is to come more than anything else, but there is no other way to say it. Apparently the first part of discovering one self is acceptance. So I’m accepting what I am and what I … Continue reading
I wrote these words once long ago. They date back to the beginning of time when a boy was foolish enough to believe in anything but himself, when love was a four letter word that was perched onto lips but never spoken, and when pains in his chest were the best parts of living. * … Continue reading
This Valentine’s Day, save the chocolate, burn the roses and stop the cheesy love poems. Such sentimentalities won’t foster a loving relationship because love is not some innate, abstract emotional response. It’s just chemistry. Before I explain further, let me dissuade any possible illusions. No my heart wasn’t bitterly broken nor am I of the … Continue reading
Unfortunately, I’m employed. Now this isn’t inherently bad. I mean, I do make money. But because I am employed, I have to invest time into other “works”. Here is one such work. It is the fruit of my collective labour, along with reporting done by writers much more gifted than myself. http://thesilmsupresidentials.wordpress.com/2012/01/27/the-good-and-the-bad/ While the criticism … Continue reading
I once tried to write a love poem, But I couldn’t remember how it started. So instead I wrote on a bathroom wall: Love is sexist, It doesn’t treat women right at all. * Her hair tickled the back of his hand as he lay there pretending to snore. She was already well asleep, caught … Continue reading
With two sturdy hands clasped against a wooden steering wheel, he slowly backed from our stone driveway. Inch by inch, he descended. The numerous bumps, scratches, and dents glimmered in the sunlight as he honked a symphony of goodbyes. Our dog Bo barked back a tune of confusion all the while wagging his tail like … Continue reading
2011 may have come and gone, but don’t expect a year to go by without anyone noticing it. Granted some people fail to remember their breakfast this morning and others, perhaps in a more worrying sign of absentmindedness, look back at the year only to wonder what they have to show for. The more astute … Continue reading
If Santa is watching me, let it be known that I have been naughty. Instead of honesty, I have often lied. Instead of kindness, I have often begrudged. Instead of admiration, I have often run away from anyone who cares for me. But I do not write here in hopes of redemption. Nor do my … Continue reading
