Posted: September 16, 2016 in Uncategorized

I’m awake now

Have been for some time

It’s 2:30

The time when writing is supposed to take place

Or so i’m told

But tonight


A weightiness has descended on me

A foreboding

A fogginess that conceals that from which it emanates

And i sense conflict is ahead, or battle, or attack, or turmoil. . .

Some vague enemy, not yet revealed, but already on the hunt

Concealed by the fog, obscured by the mist, diffused by the present, biding its time, waiting for its opportunity to emerge

Good night



in the middle of the night

i awaken

and feel my head rise and lower with each breath

and hear more than feel his heartbeat in my ear

and slowly


become aware

that i am cradled in the arms of jesus

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Posted: April 10, 2016 in just because i wanted to write

i’ll paraphrase an aside from tolkein
this is the point in the story where he eas most afraid

and thus the part of the story he loved to tell most as he aged
i don’t remember what i had for dinner last tuesday

but i remember the hot goulash being served on bivouac in basic training at the end of a cold damp grey missouri winter day
i remember the carbs, the heat and the quantity

i remember my hands finally stopped shaking a few minutes after i ate it

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it’s all in the last word

Posted: April 3, 2016 in romance, word play

there can only be one first time

and the dubious honor goes to her

she was the first to kiss me with desire

she was the first to respond to my kiss

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the thought crosses my mind and of course, that doesn’t make it right

but still

it crosses my mind and tickles the back of my brain like a bad tag in the collar of a t shirt
and it concerns the garden of eden

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i am – part one – awkward

Posted: February 25, 2016 in infp

the truth is this

i’m just awkward

i’m intelligent enough that i can sometimes pass it off as eccentricity

but, at the end of the day, i’m just awkward

for short periods of time, i am sometimes mistaken for interesting

but, over the long haul, that wears off








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when i was 16 or so, an adult leader in boy scouts handed me two books to read
one was ‘a separate peace’ by john knowles
the other
‘to kill a mockingbird’ by harper lee
in one transaction, i was gifted with two of the best books i have ever had the pleasure of reading
i have those copies still today
the pages are loose, and i keep a rubber band around the paper back so i don’t lose any of them

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