The Telling Post

Once in a while, I will write a letter and it will be nothing like the informative notes or little tokens of love that I have written. They will be honest and bare. Before me, I watch my own blood cover the table in sacrifice to the bad news that I have failed to bottle…Read more The Telling Post

Pokemon Go Shows that You are an NPC

In each of the main Pokemon games, the player is tasked to catch them all, be the best pokemon fighter in the country, defeat a criminal organization, and save the society from collapse of the earth from being destroyed. With Pokemon Go player does none of these things that we associate with Pokemon. There is…Read more Pokemon Go Shows that You are an NPC

Gold Dust Machine

"This is where my depression hits a fever pitch." "What are you mumbling about up there, Stretch?" "Nothing, just keep picking up trash, Tasha. I don't even like the name stretch. You are taller than me, why aren't you Stretch?" "Whatever Brian, no one cares about what you are called, they are just bored, like…Read more Gold Dust Machine

Complacency

There is a mighty stirring in the hollow form of man. There is a need to go deep. There is a need to go out. The universe needs to be explored. Why have cars to go to places we know when the unknown is so accessible? The places seen are those of the church. They are those…Read more Complacency

Thinking of the Divide

To think of my niece, who I only know through her youth. She was small. That is when I knew her. That cannot come back. She may not remember when we were best friends. The girl I know was forgotten. She is a different person now. She has withdrawn and I have been too far…Read more Thinking of the Divide

My Bird Sunny

My bird Sunny is proud, sweet and strong. She is a brilliant yellow with rosey red cheeks. She is almost twenty years old, which is quite an accomplishment for a cockatiel. Her feathers are thick and rich. The yellow feathers hide skin. No doubt, dried and cracked from age and experience. She has a few…Read more My Bird Sunny

What Reminds Me of You?

There has to be a time when you are triggered in my mind. How can I think of you? A landmark. A word on the desk. The tone of the coffee maker or the noise of a can opener. The sip or a crack of my belt. There has to be hole that you left…Read more What Reminds Me of You?