Last Tuesday, I put the endless stacks of sheets into the closet. Finally. I'm resisting editing that sentence, even though I know it's a bad beginning. It's really a bad sentence in general. But I'm resisting. I want to try writing this piece all at once, badly, just to get something out. In November I… Continue reading On Clutter
I want to give you the full picture I promised. You have to understand that the full picture isn't pretty, and does not seem conducive with making money, or receiving more support from the general public. But, I think it's important to tell the truth somewhere. And since I can't tell it on social media… Continue reading On Secrets
Beauty and Strangenessdrop to the sandcome, get the ropes(who are, after all, not mildbut militant)I don't think I am old yet,half asleep,notall at once but steadilyI know I have already livedWords found in Mary Oliver's book of essays Upstream and rearranged to my heart's content. I found the words, but was careful not to copy… Continue reading On Beauty and Strangeness
In honor of the last day of my daily writing challenge, I am reconnecting with the same topic I wrote about on the first day: desire. Here's the original post. That day, I asked an important question. Can desire be trusted? Here are a few things I've learned about desire this month: 1) Desire is… Continue reading On Desire (revisited)
My grandma can only eat unripe bananas because of this special diet she's on. So, when the bananas got too ripe for her to eat, I made banana bread. Yesterday was tough for me because, the night before, I had a PTSD-related panic attack. The next afternoon, I was still dealing with the residual effects… Continue reading On Banana Bread
We all watched Shrek and fell in love with the characters, humor, and revolutionary animation style. I saw it for the first time in the theater with my grandfather. I was entranced. It was the first time I'd seen such realistic animation, and I was completely enamored with the fart jokes, hilarious donkey, and tale… Continue reading On Shrek
When I hit my limit, I often can't believe how little I could handle. So the next time I push myself past my limit. And then my body puts me in my place and shuts down. Maybe eventually I'll learn to trust my body every time.
Tonight I actually forgot that I was supposed to write a post. I worked so hard today, doing way too many things with way too much vigor. I wrote a vision/outline for a new podcast I'm starting in January, sent the stems (raw audio files) for a live album I recorded at a festival in… Continue reading On Real Conversations
About two days ago, my grandma and I started receiving irksome texts from my dad. Where's the chicken coop? he kept asking, I'm sure it's on the property. He wouldn't give it up - he even sent us pictures he had taken last year of this mysterious chicken coop that was supposedly in my grandma's… Continue reading On Chicken Coops
I'm gonna be honest, I'm looking forward to this daily writing challenge being over. I'm tired of prose. I miss poetry. I miss not making any sense, but making the most sense at the same time. I don't wanna write coherent sentences anymore. But I must. I'm sticking to the challenge. I almost switched into… Continue reading On Honesty
The Human Poet 