A complaint about complaining. I live with a complainer. She leaves a trail of discontent in her wake. I am not a stranger to the feeling...

When my breath expands into awareness, I am released from the noise inside my head. I can move into a space that hovers outside of my...

The world is slippery. Lubricated by the liquid of time that carries our past in the wake of our movement. Just when you think you have a...

Split There is a space between what I am and who I think I am. It is filled with magical thinking and dark stillness. I live there....

Dust I am dancing between what my senses give me to interpret and what guides me through my sub conscience. I thought I was making the...

The words create the structure, and the structure is passed down. Tag, you’re it. I was swallowed by a plot that was fashioned to look...

Cherries and Strawberries I will never eat cherries and strawberries before bed again. I woke up four times last night, four times. The...

Let’s be elephants My mother asked me if I thought fish knew they were going to die. I said that might be the only good thing about being...

My brain is pissed off at me. It wanted to chew on an ugly bone yesterday and I took it away. “Don’t use those puppy dog eyes.” I said,...

Pause When I was younger, much younger, I made a deal. I wouldn’t kill myself until my mother died. That way I wouldn’t have the guilt of...

Cotards syndrome. Read Bizarre by Mark Dingman, or if you have Kindle get a free sample. I love doing that, I mostly read free samples. I...

The dip I take a dip. This is new, mainly because I never had a pool…but now I do. I jump into the water early in the morning and put my...

My well-fed fat Face Poop I have toyed with the challenge of writing my thought of the day…yes, just one, but my internal verbal diarrhea...