The Fast 

Hearty handfuls of everything here and now have well and truly clouded the system. Arteries are thick with the residues of satisfaction. The breath is now shallow. Tasting the sweetness of now has stolen from a true enjoyment of the atmosphere. The peripheral mind atrophies when it's allowed to dwindle in the somber swirls of … Continue reading The Fast 

Running With Wolves

    The forest is thick  deep in the misty black. Footsteps echo among the forgotten leaves, the mighty pines hang boldly over the lair where the wolf pack roams. Never forget the pack. We cut our teeth on the remains of victory. In defeat we concur our inconsistencies. We run to the sound of … Continue reading Running With Wolves

Into the Night

We were all besides ourselves. A thick night had landed on our backs, all we had were our voices. I'll always be thankful for that, they served as a cadence to hope. There were familiar voices beneath that shadowy canopy, they echoed out giving us comfort while the strange ruckus of the night air tested … Continue reading Into the Night

Wake Up Call.

    I was challenged by my notion of passion. The thought caught me at an important part of my day, the moment when my alarm wakes me up for the first time. It's always the same, I feel a heaviness in my body, my eyes timidly sip in the light, and I'm met by … Continue reading Wake Up Call.

Passing Time

  It's all well and good writing all day, I love it. Spending hour after hour picking apart and piecing together these word pictures. If I could, I would live inside these patiently woven word capsules and never catch sight of day. Words tend to take me places, crazy places where mystery meets magic and the … Continue reading Passing Time

Someday

  Dear Someday, I hope this letter reaches you. I meant to tell you all this in person but something came up, as it always does. I'm sorry. I promise, Someday, well meet. I always talk about you. I think your name has stained my lips with a  promise and  its made for colourful conversations. I talk … Continue reading Someday

Step Into My Office

Where is this all coming from? I'm not talking about the home of my thoughts, not that labyrinth, heavy with winding passages. Rather, where am I writing this from, Step into my office. I was told it's important for a writer to have a writing space, a place to sit and single mindlessly focus on … Continue reading Step Into My Office

Gold-Mind

There is so much gold inside your longing to be you, this is the most precious intent. No heavy cloaks of foul feelings can dim a diamond cut by the goodness you feed your mind. The mind, so precious an instrument, when seeded with love will yield abundance. Make the mistake of welcoming thoughts with … Continue reading Gold-Mind

Father Forgive Me

On his face, the years are telling. His eyes, once alive with colour, were now shadows, long bled of there vibrant qualities. His skin, once taught with youth, draped as the last shroud of a man who has forgotten himself. The ushers of the  great hall were accustomed to his coming and going. It had … Continue reading Father Forgive Me