Category Archives: Universe
Just Wear the Damn Mask
Don’t breathe on me! I am deeply flawed and your breath could carry me to a far shore where my friends won’t find me. Your cavalier ignorance defies kindness and care. Your harm is wanton. Do you miss home that … Continue reading
Birth Times: Two
(Another essay tired of languishing without a home. ~JimS) As far as mysteries go, birth is the only event I can think of that rivals death in its head-scratching miraculous reality. Humans make a big deal of it. I don’t … Continue reading
Universe Understood
Consciousness,the universe is–a way to understandand make small enougha vastness into parts.Your mind will nevergrasp the whole, no,that is a feelingfor your soulto warm whencold clasps your heartand galaxies never seenseem almost familiarand close enoughto nod acquaintance.Understanding isaccepting you cannot.
The Way Forward
Anger finds my heart unreceptive to the pull of self indulgence; it is not the time for self righteous behavior and losing my way. My heart knows the way when my mind is distracted. I am who I am. I … Continue reading
Shameless Plug
Okay. Another shameless plug: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/white-ravens/id1439393149?ls=1&mt=11 The collection goes live tomorrow.
White Ravens…And More Stories
Coming October 31, 2018 to your favorite book source from Word Hermit Press: (Cover design: Vinnie Kinsella Book Publishing Services) This is a collection of tales set in the modern American West with characters who somehow dispel the rugged individualist … Continue reading
Companions
Thank you for my companions: this journal; this pen; this heart full of my blood; my blood in the hearts of others; my heart in the hearts of others; the quivering guitars; the gift of music holding me fast; this … Continue reading
Haiku–Talent
Talent don’t mean shit. It’s what you do with it to make the world better. (graphics: CCO Creative Commons)
A Poem Comes
My impatience robs me of my observance, but sharpens my pen. I slice my ego into quivering hunks of silvery fatback, sputtering in the skillet I heat with my heart. Shame fits me too well. I am only as good … Continue reading
Dead of Night
Pulled out of Tonopah at half-past last heading up ninety-five. Rocks were glowing—sand was blowing, saw absolutely nothing alive. Realized then: what did I know, is there anything real I see? This highway runnin’ in the dead of night is … Continue reading