I mean… I’ve had the essays page up for about 8 months now, and there are still no essays. This is what we call, ladies and gentlemen, progress!

I look at life as if it were a science.  It is literal, comparative, and unobtrusive.   We go about our day innocuously.  There is something to be said for this, but I can’t imagine what.  Possibly a joke lies in there somewhere.

My life story would be interesting to some.  Others will doubt it, question it, and mock it.  Rightfully so.  We throw ourselves out there to be understood, and in doing so, we understand that not everyone will be so willing to believe us, and who can blame them.  In this world, there are people who suffer greatly, so much so that it becomes second nature to doubt that it can happen on the scale it does and in the ways it does.  Turning the other way becomes just as convenient.

There are small things we experience everyday.  There are always moments, with all of us, that we pause, appreciate, and then continue about our day and immediately dismiss what we just saw.  Part of this stems from our culture.  It is strange to pause, to acknowledge.  We live in a busy world, where time moves faster every day, and time is a resource that can’t be traded, only spent.  However, it is moments, when we pause and reflect, that we take time, we slow it down, we recreate intimate moments, and in doing so, time becomes boundless.  The process of the conscious thought going through hundreds of seconds of memory within an instant, we recall and remember, and in doing so, we master this space and, if only for a short time, we are all gods in a world so unaware of others.  It is these moments that our humanity prevails in its best and worst moments.

The holidays are over. Probably for the best.

I now live in an attic.  I am a brooding poet looking down at the world from an old wooden window.  Life is good!

I have been cordially invited to help facilitate Theater 688 at Ohio State University by Professor and friend Joy Reilly. I am so honored. Now, to work on getting into Grad School!

I will be reading work for Joy Reilly’s theater company.  More details to come.

Well, I’m up to three poems in my manuscript that I am working on. I have been working on writing a manuscript that deals with the seven weeks I was home taking care of my grandfather and his home, our dogs, our house in Ohio City, and dealing with all the blasts from the past that came with being home. My mother, my uncle who died two years ago, and other strange turmoils came back and integrated into these seven weeks, which I am now turning into a manuscript to someday send to a grad school and apply! Wish me luck, I’m nervous and excited all at the same time.

Special thanks to Joy Reilly who is absolutely incredible and encouraging. On December 5th, I will be reading some of my work for her theater company.

Was on local news today after LoveBomb against the Westboro Baptist Church…  was a Bumbling idiot.  Your welcome, Columbus. 

Channel 6 ABC Columbus.

So, today, I recently bought Mosquito by Alex Lemon and sat in a coffee shop, ordered a pumpkin latte, and read the whole damn thing. I couldn’t put it down. It was gruesome, visceral, and it brought me the voice that Elizabeth Gilbert calls a Daemon.  I didn’t have my journal, I didn’t have a pen, or paper, and was too stupid to go grab some scrap from the barista at the counter.  But, this voice, these images, they stuck with me through phone calls on a drive home, a randomly youtube video sent to me, and a few other distractions, but these images and this voice stayed with me.  It housed itself inside me and when I finally got a pen and paper, I jotted them down brief notes, and it came to me that I was realizing the beginnings of a manuscript of poetry that, someday, hopefully, will be considered for publishing.

To read the work, make the jump to the poem.  There’s even a recording!