There are times when one must relinquish one's hopes of a good outcome. Lean into the scythe, the claws, as though one’s long night's pillow were gently inviting one closer.
This is not that time. Give up no hope, for like real estate, they're not making any more of it. 
Except that...

Contrast leads to recognizing the nameless emotions, like acid leads to recognizing social constructs and norms and things you just have become deaf to. We had a grandfather clock when I was a kid that never missed a beat if you listened for it, but whose tone quickly faded into...

Nameless emotions are the prickliest, I thought today. Sometimes I just namelessly hate things, or feel some sort of way. Coming back to the States today I noticed underlying feelings I have about some things, people, that aren't really products of the act or action but of my mindset in...

I don’t trust that guy. He’s not addicted to things. I don’t know what his masters are.

He could be a free agent.

Fatigue of the soul, written in parts.

Starting with two shots, one ordered one bequeathed.

A bottle of misunderstanding, corrected, and the mistake kept.

All in pursuit of a reference, a spoken connection, a name written but never met, that the two reverse.

We got to his line in front of his pub, the...

Where does one cliff end that another begins? What are cliffs compared to a single cliff?

In time the colors fade, but new ones scratch their way up. Deep oak and pine wilt to swampsbeard and marshmouth, as the earth takes another of her cards back.

The grass grows without allegiance to color or jersey, it does what it does where it will. Speckled greens dot entire...

It started as less than a drizzle, imperceptible to all but the most delicate of us. Insects and other such frequent fliers would have had a hard time noticing the presence across their airways. It was a 1% rain that did less to your skin than a feather in a...

“You find things when you’re lost. Why is that?”

“Part of being a grown man is building dependencies on stuff.”

“I like that. That’s a chronic aberration.”

“You know, I think that babies would be happier if they did take caffeine pills.”

“I’m not cheating just to preserve my writing streak.”

The duality of old people these days, man.

I can’t say I agree with more than 10% of their core values and beliefs, especially politically, but at the same time I can’t help but find myself feeling for them, watching their bodies begin to decay and wear from this worldly life...